The car drove into Song Mansion. Shi Nuan looked at the wide-open gate, at the red flowers and green trees in the courtyard, and her fingers resting on her lap instinctively clenched...
The car soon came to a steady stop in front of the main hall of Song Mansion.
A servant stepped forward to help open the car door, and Song Yansheng got out first.
Shi Nuan furrowed her brows, reached out to undo her seat belt, and just as she was about to turn to get out of the car, a hand, long and graceful with artistically sculpted joints, was extended before her.
Her eyes slightly trembled as she looked at the owner of the hand, seeing a face that was excessively refined and handsome.
It was already evening, and the last bits of the sun's light cast a thin, fragmented red in the sky, darkening the atmosphere, making the man's originally jet-black eyes appear colder like the night, unfathomable.
Shi Nuan hesitated for a moment, but eventually placed her hand into the man's wide, warm palm.
