Song Yaoyao spent the whole morning in the greenhouse, listening to the man read poetry to her with her eyes closed.
He even used seven languages, his voice as sweet as a zither, tender and affectionate.
Song Yaoyao was not surprised at all that Huo Yunque was so outstanding.
This was the man she had taken a liking to from the first moment she laid eyes on him.
From head to toe, even his hair was pleasing to her eyes.
Comfort made one lazy. This phrase was apt to describe Song Yaoyao.
She did not even remember when she had fallen asleep.
When she woke up again, she was already on her big pink bed.
“Gege?”
She rubbed her forehead and crawled out of bed in a daze.
Huo Yunque’s pleasant voice seemed to be still echoing in her mind.
Song Yaoyao could not help but feel annoyed.
“Why did I forget to record it?”
It would have definitely been the best ‘artifact’ to coax her to sleep every night.
Knock, knock, knock—
The door rang, and Song Yaoyao lay on the bed, not wanting to move. She asked sullenly, “Who is it?”
“Miss Song, it’s me.”
Uncle Zhang’s voice rang through the door, causing Song Yaoyao to sit up immediately.
“Ah… Uncle Zhang, what’s the matter?”
“There’s a guest, Miss Song, would you like to see him?”
A guest?
(If you have problems with this website, please continue reading your novel on our new website myboxnovel.com THANKS!)Song Yaoyao was confused.
When she walked into the study, she saw an unfamiliar face.
Song Yaoyao swore that she had never seen this person before.
“Oh, beautiful little angel, hello.”
The young priest stood up and greeted Song Yaoyao with a smile.
He was dressed in a strict black robe with a total of 33 buttons on his clothes, representing the 33 years of life of Jesus Christ. A dark golden cross hung on his chest. He really did not look like a priest at his young age, but more like an exquisite cosplayer.
“Do you know me?”
Song Yaoyao stood at the door, tilted her head, and looked at him steadily.
Meanwhile, Nolan analyzed Song Yaoyao.
His short golden hair was slightly curly, and his facial features were exquisite like an angel from a mural. His eyes were sunken, and his pupils were the color of the sky, clean and spotless.
He was pale and fragile.
In Song Yaoyao’s eyes, all of this was like an illusion.
No one’s eyes could be as clear as glass, without any emotions.
His appearance was full of strangeness.
“Of course. I’ve often heard of you.”
Nolan bowed gracefully and elegantly.
“However, it’s just hearsay. This is the first time I’ve met you. I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“Miss Song?”
Huo Jiu narrowed his eyes and stared at Nolan warily. “You have to be careful of this fraud.”
“A… fraud?”
Song Yaoyao was stunned as she looked at Nolan in surprise.
“Oh, okay, okay. Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, I am indeed a fraud. It’s okay, God will forgive you.”
Nolan smiled gently. “But please don’t treat me as an enemy. I was simply asked by someone to bring you a letter.”
“A letter?”
Song Yaoyao was even more confused. In this era of the internet, was there still a need to write a letter?
Unless…
She thought of a possibility. Perhaps, a strange person like Nolan might indeed know him.
“Huo Jiu, wait for me outside.”
Song Yaoyao closed the door of the study and did not mention any names.
“Do I know the person who asked you to bring the letter?”
She fixed her gaze on Nolan’s blue eyes, not letting go of any clues.
“Very familiar.”
Nolan smiled and took out the letter without hesitation, handing it to Song Yaoyao.
“I think, after seeing this, you should understand.”
That was indeed the case.
Song Yaoyao was too familiar with the handwriting on it.
Song Yaoyao spent the whole morning in the greenhouse, listening to the man read poetry to her with her eyes closed.
He even used seven languages, his voice as sweet as a zither, tender and affectionate.
Song Yaoyao was not surprised at all that Huo Yunque was so outstanding.
This was the man she had taken a liking to from the first moment she laid eyes on him.
From head to toe, even his hair was pleasing to her eyes.
Comfort made one lazy. This phrase was apt to describe Song Yaoyao.
She did not even remember when she had fallen asleep.
When she woke up again, she was already on her big pink bed.
“Gege?”
She rubbed her forehead and crawled out of bed in a daze.
Huo Yunque’s pleasant voice seemed to be still echoing in her mind.
Song Yaoyao could not help but feel annoyed.
“Why did I forget to record it?”
It would have definitely been the best ‘artifact’ to coax her to sleep every night.
Knock, knock, knock—
The door rang, and Song Yaoyao lay on the bed, not wanting to move. She asked sullenly, “Who is it?”
“Miss Song, it’s me.”
Uncle Zhang’s voice rang through the door, causing Song Yaoyao to sit up immediately.
“Ah… Uncle Zhang, what’s the matter?”
“There’s a guest, Miss Song, would you like to see him?”
A guest?
(If you have problems with this website, please continue reading your novel on our new website myboxnovel.com THANKS!)Song Yaoyao was confused.
When she walked into the study, she saw an unfamiliar face.
Song Yaoyao swore that she had never seen this person before.
“Oh, beautiful little angel, hello.”
The young priest stood up and greeted Song Yaoyao with a smile.
He was dressed in a strict black robe with a total of 33 buttons on his clothes, representing the 33 years of life of Jesus Christ. A dark golden cross hung on his chest. He really did not look like a priest at his young age, but more like an exquisite cosplayer.
“Do you know me?”
Song Yaoyao stood at the door, tilted her head, and looked at him steadily.
Meanwhile, Nolan analyzed Song Yaoyao.
His short golden hair was slightly curly, and his facial features were exquisite like an angel from a mural. His eyes were sunken, and his pupils were the color of the sky, clean and spotless.
He was pale and fragile.
In Song Yaoyao’s eyes, all of this was like an illusion.
No one’s eyes could be as clear as glass, without any emotions.
His appearance was full of strangeness.
“Of course. I’ve often heard of you.”
Nolan bowed gracefully and elegantly.
“However, it’s just hearsay. This is the first time I’ve met you. I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“Miss Song?”
Huo Jiu narrowed his eyes and stared at Nolan warily. “You have to be careful of this fraud.”
“A… fraud?”
Song Yaoyao was stunned as she looked at Nolan in surprise.
“Oh, okay, okay. Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, I am indeed a fraud. It’s okay, God will forgive you.”
Nolan smiled gently. “But please don’t treat me as an enemy. I was simply asked by someone to bring you a letter.”
“A letter?”
Song Yaoyao was even more confused. In this era of the internet, was there still a need to write a letter?
Unless…
She thought of a possibility. Perhaps, a strange person like Nolan might indeed know him.
“Huo Jiu, wait for me outside.”
Song Yaoyao closed the door of the study and did not mention any names.
“Do I know the person who asked you to bring the letter?”
She fixed her gaze on Nolan’s blue eyes, not letting go of any clues.
“Very familiar.”
Nolan smiled and took out the letter without hesitation, handing it to Song Yaoyao.
“I think, after seeing this, you should understand.”
That was indeed the case.
Song Yaoyao was too familiar with the handwriting on it.
