Song Yansheng's thin lips moved slightly, his spine distinctly stiffened.
He stood by the window, standing so upright, yet the fingers hanging at his sides gradually tightened.
A rain had started outside at some unknown time, the sky was terrifyingly overcast, the cold wind rendered the world no longer clear.
Then, Song Yansheng slowly spoke, saying, "I don't regret it!"
Shi Nuan's eyelashes trembled, she suppressed the tears that were almost about to spill out, saying, "Even... even with what happened today, you don't... regret it?"
Song Yansheng's thin lips moved again, his eyes reddened frighteningly.
More than eight years ago, he returned bearing all missions, at that time he was twenty-one, Shi Nuan was only thirteen.
He would go wait for her at the school gate where Shi Nuan studied, sometimes he would go to see her continuously for several days.
A thirteen-year-old girl, really too young, yet already blossoming into a graceful girl.
