Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Her heart was filled with panic and throbbing.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became extremely subtle.

Rong Zhi looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars and infinite tenderness, which made people unable to extricate themselves.

She quickly looked away and stood up silently.

Rong Zhi immediately stood up and asked, "Would you like to sit in the living room for a while?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, a dark tide surging in her eyes, "Rongzhi, just tell me what you want."

Rong Zhi couldn't help but frown, his eyes darkening, "Do you think I'm the same as Bo Xingzhi, and everything I do is to take advantage of you?"

Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly, her eyelids slightly raised, her starry eyes dark, "Rongzhi, you and I have never met before..."

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

Sang Yuwan's body stiffened and her expression froze slightly.

Rong Zhi struggled internally for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "We met when you were six years old."

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly beat, a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes, and she looked at him in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

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

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

After that, he lived in the Ming family.

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

Sang Yuwan did not remember that she had any interaction with the second young master of the Bo family.

Not only her, even Ming Zhan had never seen him.

She paused for two seconds, a faint sneer playing on the corner of her mouth. "Even if you have to make it up, make it believable."

Rong Zhi looked calm and unhurried, "I'll walk with you and we'll talk as we walk."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled. She wanted to refuse, but when the words came to her lips, she changed her words, "I want to hear how ridiculous the fairy tale that Second Master has woven is."

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled out the dining chair, and led her to the backyard.

As the sun sets, the clouds are particularly gorgeous and the afterglow is colorful.

Everything in the yard was covered with a faint halo of light.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but button up her coat.

The next second, clothes with body temperature were draped over her shoulders.

A faint floral scent passed through the wings of the nose, as well as a unique scent belonging to Rong Zhi.

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and she wanted to return the clothes to her.

Rong Zhi placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

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

Rong Zhi hugged her and walked slowly forward.

Sang Yuwan tightened her fingers and spoke slowly, "Second Master, haven't you finished weaving it 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.

Eyes facing each other.

Breathing entangled.

The meaning of the eyes is unclear.

Heartbeat, throbbing.

Love spreads.

Rong Zhi's expression grew more serious. "When you were six, Mingmei locked you up in an abandoned classroom in West City. Do you still remember?"

Sang Yuwan's body suddenly stiffened, and her blood seemed to be frozen. Those unbearable memories quickly pierced her heart like icicles.

That was the first time Mingmei did something bad to her.

She will never forget it in her life.

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, his eyes turning cold. "Second Master, what does the grudge between Mingmei and I have to do with you?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and he replied, "That day, you were wearing a pink tracksuit and a high ponytail."

Sang Yuwan was incredulous. "How did you know?" He paused for a second and then asked, "Did Mingmei tell you?"

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

"You..." Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily and her eyes widened slightly.

"That hairpin 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 something. She shook her head, "Impossible..."

The sky darkened little by little.

Rong Zhi's facial features flickered, his expression dark and unclear, "I've treasured that hairpin for 20 years."

Sang Yuwan's body trembled violently and she couldn't help but take two steps back.

Rong Zhi quickly reached out and held her slender waist.

Sang Yuwan breathed heavily, 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..."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened when he heard this, "Have you asked him?"

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

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, his eyes filled with hidden emotions, "Wanwan..."

The low sound pierced Sang Yuwan's heart like a beating drum.

Past memories once again surfaced in my mind.

Mingmei ordered her servants to tie her up in the drafty classroom. Cold light streamed in. She was so thinly dressed that she quickly passed out from the cold.

At the moment when her eyes were about to close completely, she vaguely saw a boy running towards her.

"Late night..."

Twenty years of voices, overlapping.

Sang Yuwan was stunned and pale. Her heart almost stopped beating. Something felt like it was pressing against her throat, and she was completely speechless.

Rong Zhi held her in his arms, one hand on her back and the other supporting the back of her head, stroking her gently.

Neither of them spoke.

A long silence.

Everything around became quiet.

The sound of each other's heartbeats intertwined.

The last ray of sunset light in the sky has not yet completely dissipated, and it interweaves with the rising lights to create a soft and dreamy light and shadow.

The street lights lit up one after another, like stars quietly blooming in the night sky. They were sparse at first, and then gradually connected together, gently outlining the contours of Nanshan Villa.

It was quiet all around.

Even the breeze died down.

Sang Yuwan suddenly raised her eyes, her pupils slightly constricted, "Rongzhi, 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 was not Ming Zhan?"

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her breathing tightened and she reached out to push him.

Not pushed open.

Rong Zhi continued, "The hairpin is in the drawer of the bedside table. Go and take a look."

Sang Yuwan's eyes paused briefly, her lips trembled, and a sound escaped from 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 was actually certain in her heart, but Rong Zhi didn't say anything. However, she still didn't want to believe it.

She always thought 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 little hoarse, "Wanwan, we met once before."

Sang Yuwan's breathing stopped.

Rong Zhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a gentle look in his eyes inadvertently appeared.

Ripples instantly arose in Sang Yuwan's heart.