Sang Yuwan's heart raced involuntarily, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. Her heart was filled with a mixture of panic and excitement.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became extremely subtle.

Rong Zhi looked at her, his deep eyes seemingly holding the stars and the sea, filled with boundless tenderness that was irresistible.

She quickly looked away and silently stood up.

Rong Zhi immediately stood up. "Shall we go sit in the living room for a while?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, her eyes swirling with emotion. "Rong Zhi, just tell me what you want."

Rong Zhi frowned, his eyes darkening. "You think I'm like Bo Xingzhi, that everything I do is to use you?"

Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly, her eyelids lifting slightly, her starry eyes dark and deep, "Rong Zhi, I have no prior connection with you..."

"How do you know there isn't?" Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes and interrupted.

Sang Yuwan stiffened, her expression momentarily frozen.

After struggling internally for a few seconds, Rong Zhi slowly spoke, "We met when you were six years old."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, a look of astonishment flashing in her eyes as she stared at him in disbelief. "How is this possible?"

In her memory, there was never a person named Rong Zhi.

She lost her parents when she was six years old and was later taken to the Ming family by Lan Xiya.

After that, she lived in the Ming family's home.

At that time, Rong Zhi had already lived in the Bo family for eight years.

Sang Yuwan had no recollection of ever having any interaction with the second young master of the Bo family.

Not only her, but even Mingzhan had never seen him.

She paused for two seconds, a faint sneer appearing on her lips. "Even if you're going to make something up, at least make it believable."

Rong Zhi remained calm and unhurried. "I'll walk with you and we can talk as we go."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to refuse, but before she could finish, she changed her mind and said, "I want to hear just how ridiculous the fairy tale Second Master has woven is."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, pulled out a dining chair, and led her towards the backyard.

As the sun sets in the west, the clouds are exceptionally beautiful, and the afterglow is colorful.

Everything in the courtyard was bathed in a soft, dim light.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying a hint of coolness.

Sang Yuwan unconsciously buttoned up her coat.

The next second, a piece of clothing, still warm from her body, was draped over her shoulders.

A faint floral fragrance wafted past my nose, along with Rong Zhi's unique scent.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to return the clothes to her.

Rong Zhi gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding, and her heart rate was a little erratic.

Rong Zhi embraced her and they walked slowly forward.

Sang Yuwan tightened her grip and slowly asked, "Has Second Master not finished weaving yet?"

Rong Zhi suddenly stopped and stood face to face with her.

The afterglow fell on the two of them, coating them with a layer of fine golden light.

Their eyes met.

Breathing intertwined.

The meaning in his eyes was ambiguous.

My heart fluttered, my heart pounded.

Love spread.

Rong Zhi's expression turned serious. "When you were six, Mingmei locked you in an abandoned classroom in Xicheng. Do you remember?"

Sang Yuwan's body suddenly stiffened, as if her blood had frozen, and those unbearable memories pierced her heart like icicles.

That was the first time Mingmei had ever tried to harm her.

She will never forget this in her entire life.

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, her eyes turning cold. "Second Master, what does my feud with Mingmei have to do with you?"

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened slightly as he replied, "That day, you were wearing a pink tracksuit and had your hair tied in a high ponytail."

Sang Yuwan asked incredulously, "How did you know?" After a half-second pause, she asked again, "Did Mingmei tell you?"

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, a fleeting, inexplicable emotion flashing across them. "You also wore a crystal butterfly hair clip, with your name engraved on it..."

“You…” Sang Yuwan’s eyelids twitched heavily, and her eyes widened slightly.

“That hair clip not only has your name engraved on it, but also the date,” Rong Zhi continued.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately guessed what was going on. She shook her head, "Impossible..."

The sky gradually darkened.

Rong Zhi's features flickered in and out, his expression inscrutable. "I've treasured that hairpin for 20 years."

Sang Yuwan's body trembled violently, and she involuntarily took two steps back.

Rong Zhi quickly reached out and embraced her slender waist.

Sang Yuwan took deep breaths, her chest heaving, her face filled with shock. "Could it be that the person who saved me back then wasn't my second brother, but..."

Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi's eyes darkened. "Have you asked him?"

Sang Yuwan paused for half a second, then shook her head. "When I woke up, the person I saw was him."

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing unfathomable emotions, "Wanwan..."

A deep, resonant sound pierced Sang Yuwan's heart like a pounding drum.

Memories from the past resurfaced in my mind once again.

Mingmei ordered her servants to tie her up in that drafty classroom. Cold light whistled through. Dressed only lightly, she quickly fell unconscious from the cold.

Just as her eyes were about to close completely, she vaguely saw a boy running towards her.

"Wanwan..."

The sounds of twenty years overlap.

Sang Yuwan was stunned and paled. Her heart almost stopped, and she felt as if something was pressing on her throat, making it impossible for her to speak.

Rong Zhi pulled her into his arms, one hand on her back and the other supporting the back of her head. He gently stroked her.

Neither of them spoke.

A long silence.

Everything around them fell silent.

Their heartbeats mingled together.

The last rays of the setting sun had not yet completely faded, intertwining with the rising lights to create a soft and dreamlike play of light and shadow.

One by one, the streetlights lit up, like stars quietly blooming in the night sky. At first, they were sparse, but then they gradually connected to form a whole, gently outlining the contours of Nanshan Courtyard.

All around was quiet.

Even the breeze stopped.

Sang Yuwan suddenly looked up, her pupils slightly contracting. "Rong Zhi, was it really you who saved me back then?"

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, curled his lips, and smiled faintly, "Are you a little disappointed that the person who saved you wasn't Ming Zhan?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's breath caught in her throat, and she reached out and pushed him.

It wasn't pushed away.

Rong Zhi then said, "That hair clip is in the bedside table drawer. Go and take a look."

Sang Yuwan's gaze froze briefly, her lips trembled, and a voice escaped her throat, "Why did you save me?"

Rong Zhi replied, "I was chasing a thief that day and happened to pass by there."

Sang Yuwan had already made up her mind, but Rong Zhi remained silent. Yet, she still refused to believe it.

She always believed that the person who saved her was Ming Zhan.

When the truth was revealed, she felt inexplicably lost.

Rong Zhi hugged her tightly, his lowered eyes suppressing his surging emotions, his voice suddenly becoming a few degrees hoarse, "Wanwan, before that, we met once more."

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched.

Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes inadvertently revealed a tenderness.

Sang Yuwan's heart was instantly stirred with ripples.