Chapter 108 Youthful Daylight
When Song Nuan left the hospital, the heavy snow had already stopped.
On the long street, the bustle of New Year's Eve was reaching its peak, with lights and people talking, but it couldn't warm her lonely soul at all.
There seemed to be a cold barrier between her and the noise.
Her face was almost transparently pale, and her steps felt as light as if they were walking on clouds. She could only reach out to hold onto the light pole on the side of the road that was covered with a thin layer of frost, and her knuckles turned white as she barely managed to steady herself.
In my mind, the system's cold warning continued to echo.
[Host, because you have repeatedly ignored warnings and harmed people outside of your mission, irreversible consequences have occurred. The higher-ups will initiate dual punishments on you, both physically and spiritually...]
There was no fear on Song Nuan's face.
It was the path she chose herself, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
She loosened her frozen hands, slowly stood up, and continued to walk forward alone.
The dull pain in her body washed over her like a tide, and finally she couldn't help but bend over slightly, with one hand pressing tightly on her waist and abdomen.
It felt like countless insects and ants were gnawing at her flesh and blood, and the pain was so severe that it almost tore her consciousness apart.
Suddenly, the glaring headlights shone over her, making every detail of her loose hair hanging in front of her forehead clearly visible.
She looked up weakly and saw a Lamborghini with sharp lines slowly stopping in front of her.
Song Nuan frowned slightly and was about to leave when the car door opened and Yu Heng got out.
He walked towards her, and the car lights behind him cut his figure into a light and dark outline, making his already outstanding face even more eye-catching.
Song Nuan was slightly stunned and even stood up a little late.
"You're my sister's friend, right? We just met."
His voice was warmer than the car lights, and his eyes fell on her pale face with obvious worry. "You look so bad, do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
Song Nuan didn't respond immediately, but just looked at him.
Those eyes were surprisingly bright in the night, their pupils were deep, and even the gaze that fell on her seemed to carry weight.
It wasn't until Yu Heng saw that she was unsteady and reached out to help her that she suddenly came to her senses, took a step back, and said in a voice so light that it seemed to float in the wind: "I'm fine."
"Little sister, you don't look like you're okay."
Yu Heng didn't give up, his fingertips still lingering in mid-air, his tone adding a touch of insistence, "At least let me take you home?"
Not to mention that Song Nuan helped a lot tonight and was also Yu Zhi's friend. He couldn't just watch her in such a miserable state and turn a blind eye.
And maybe it was the injury he got tonight.
Thinking of this, Yu Heng became even more determined.
"Believe me, I really mean no harm." He added, the sincerity in his eyes mixed with his clean temperament making it impossible to refuse.
Song Nuan looked at him, the pain in her body becoming more and more obvious. She gritted her teeth to prevent her expression from distorting.
After a brief stalemate, she finally let go: "Trouble."
With Yu Heng's support, she sat in the passenger seat.
The interior of the car features Lamborghini's iconic technological design, with the cold and hard carbon fiber and metal buttons exuding a sharp edge.
The only thing hanging on the center console is a small palace bell pendant, which forms a sharp contrast with the style of the entire vehicle, but is particularly eye-catching.
The plain white bell body is hung with a delicate silver chain, and it makes a clear sound when it moves.
Song Nuan stared at the palace bell for a long time.
Seeing her interest and wanting her to be less reserved, Yu Heng casually explained, "I had a similar one before. It was green, and it would glow at night when the interior lights were not on."
These words made Song Nuan's fingertips unconsciously clench the cuffs of her sleeves, and deep wrinkles were formed on the fabric.
"It's a pity that I got into a car accident last time and didn't get to keep him."
When he said this, his tone sounded as if he didn't care, but the car lights in the distance swept across his face, and in the flickering light, you could see that his thick brows were slightly furrowed.
The indifference at the corners of his eyes faded a little, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
There's no such thing as free and easy in that look.
"Is that thing... important to you?"
Song Nuan's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Even she herself didn't understand why she asked this question.
There was silence in the car for a moment.
Just when Song Nuan thought he wouldn't answer, Yu Heng suddenly curled his lips. Without responding directly, he just said, "It was a gift from a friend. It's been hanging around for a long time, so it's inevitable that you'll develop feelings for it."
Song Nuan looked at his profile.
The light from afar shone through the car window and fell on his tall nose, casting a small shadow and softening the line of his lips.
But his unique temperament makes him look like a painting full of tension even when he is sitting quietly.
The two of them didn't speak again on the way.
The palace bell would occasionally ring, and the clear sound would fall into the quiet carriage, causing Song Nuan's eyelids to tremble as she took a nap leaning back in the chair.
In a trance, she seemed to have returned to that early morning many years ago.
In the sunlight, the boy held a violin, his hair on his forehead was blown by the wind, revealing a pair of surprisingly bright eyes.
He smiled wantonly and waved at her: "Lu Jianyi, don't forget the gift you promised me."
The dream suddenly shattered, the sky spun, and only the endless chaotic darkness remained.
She seemed to be trapped inside and couldn't find the way back to the human world.
In her sleep, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and fell on the side that avoided Yu Heng's sight.
Seeing that she was fast asleep, Yu Heng was about to adjust the temperature in the car when he heard a very soft moan.
"Young Master..."
His hand suddenly stopped and he subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
The Lamborghini's performance is excellent. There is no obvious bump when braking suddenly, and it does not wake up the sleepers.
This name...
Yu Heng looked at the girl's pale, almost sickly face. Shock first appeared in his eyes, and then was replaced by absurdity.
The speculation that just emerged in his mind was ruthlessly suppressed by him.
How is this possible?
It's ridiculous.
I must have heard it wrong.
He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, stepped on the accelerator again, and the car continued to move forward in the night.
When Song Nuan slowly woke up, the car was parked at the entrance of the familiar high-end residential area. The seat next to the passenger seat was empty and Yu Heng was not in the car.
She pushed open the car door and got out, and saw him leaning against the car body, his posture tall and straight.
A cigarette was held between his fingertips, and the smoke rose up, blurring his eyebrows and eyes, but making them look even deeper under the moonlight.
The curve of the corners of the eyes, the shadow of the nose bridge, and the tense jawline when sipping a cigarette all reveal a casual sexiness.
An unknown emotion quietly crept into Song Nuan's eyes.
He has now... learned to smoke?
Yu Heng noticed her gaze and subconsciously put out the cigarette, pinching the butt between his fingertips.
"I was planning on waking you up after I finished smoking this. Are you still not feeling well?"
Song Nuan shook her head. "Thank you for taking me home. It's late. You should go back early."
She turned and was about to leave.
"Wait..." The man behind him suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse than before, with a hint of subtle hesitation.
Song Nuan stopped and turned back slowly: "Is there anything else?"
Yu Heng took a step closer to her, the moonlight falling on his face, illuminating his eyes clearly.
A little exploratory, but also a little uncertain.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes. His face, which was already very noticeable, now looked even more oppressive due to the closer distance.
"It may be a bit presumptuous, but I still want to ask... Have we met before?"
His approach, coupled with this tentative sentence, made Song Nuan's body tense instantly. She clenched her hands at her sides, her nails almost digging into her palms.
But her face remained calm, she just looked back at him calmly: "Really? But I don't have any impression of you."
Under the moonlight, Yu Heng suddenly chuckled and walked closer. One could almost smell the faint scent of tobacco on him: "Stop framing me."
Song Nuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, almost so fast that it almost burst out of her chest. Even she herself couldn't tell whether there was some fear and some strange emotions hidden in this panic.
There was a noticeable height difference between the two, so Yu Heng bent down slightly to look at her at eye level.
His eyes fell on her face, with a hint of reminiscence: "You are Song Yu's sister, right? We have clearly met before. On your twelfth birthday, I gave you a big bear."
Song Yu, that sister-con, always talked about his sister in front of the brothers, and his ears were almost callused from hearing it.
Now that he is married, he has become henpecked and talks about his wife all the time.
As for Song Nuan’s twelfth birthday, it was the first time he saw her, and he never went there again after that.
Because not long after that, he was in a car accident and was in the hospital for seven years.
After hearing this, Song Nuan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, but a sense of emptiness inexplicably surged in her heart.
Her already pale face looked even more desolate. "Sorry, it was too long ago. I can't remember."
"No problem."
Yu Heng stood up straight, his tone returning to its previous gentle tone, "Go back quickly, there should be a medical station in your community, remember to go and check it out."
He didn't suggest going with her, fearing it would be too abrupt.
"good."
But she didn't go to the medical station after all, but just used her last bit of strength to get into the elevator.
Each floor here has one apartment per elevator, which is very private.
As soon as Song Nuan walked out of the elevator door, a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth, splashing on her pale neck and collar, a glaring red.
Her body fell limply and she completely lost consciousness.
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