Song Qingyang paused for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "It's nothing, I was just cooped up in the room for too long, so I came out to get some fresh air."
Song Yansheng responded with a faint "Hmm," seemingly unwilling to say more, and turned to leave.
Song Qingyang's eyes fluttered, and she quickly called out, "Second Uncle..."
Song Yansheng's steps paused slightly, and he turned back to look at her, his gaze calm, and his expression equally calm.
Yet even so, in Song Qingyang's heart, it felt like a storm was raging, unable to find peace.
Her heart raced, a trace of sorrow was hard to conceal in her expression as she took a few steps toward him.
Her pace was slow, but every step felt as if her feet were weighed down with a thousand pounds.
This man, who had left traces in her heart since childhood, how could she willingly let go so easily?
