Shi Nuan found it a bit unbearable how this man looked at her, somewhat doubting Song Yansheng's feelings for her; she simply couldn't believe he loved her.
The only possibility was that she might share a slight resemblance to a woman he once liked.
For instance, they both liked gardenias.
He was treating her as a substitute.
...
Shi Nuan walked down the stairs slowly but eventually reached the bottom.
Song Yansheng came over, affectionately holding her hand, and said, "Let's go, it's eight-thirty, I'm starving!"
Song Yansheng's routine was breakfast between seven-thirty and eight-thirty, and today he was late for Shi Nuan.
But he wasn't sure when Shi Nuan would get up, so he waited blindly, even a bit foolishly.
Just now, while walking in the yard, he noticed the curtain on her window on the second floor had been pulled open. His thoughts stirred, knowing Shi Nuan was awake.
He estimated her grooming time and then asked Aunt Hui to call her down.
