Shi Ran followed Tang Si's dance steps, looked up at the handsome man in front of her, slowly shook her head, and then lowered her head slightly with a hint of insecurity.
Though she said nothing, her expression conveyed everything.
Tang Si naturally understood Shi Ran's feelings. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "If we go out, we can wear masks. But at home, they are all our family and friends. They are people who genuinely want to accept you and like you. So, don't carry too much psychological burden."
"I know."
Shi Ran understood all of this, of course, but knowing didn't mean she could convince herself. "Si, can you give me some time?"
Since her disfigurement, Shi Ran had been trying to adjust her mindset, hoping to emerge from the shadow.
However, every time someone merely glanced at her, it would sting her low self-esteem, making her feel like they were mocking her.
Shi Ran knew very well that often people weren't mocking, but just casting casual glances. Yet, she genuinely couldn't ignore it.
"Okay, I won't force you."
Tang Si tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't be afraid. I'll be here for you anytime. You don't need to worry too much."
Listening to his comforting words, Shi Ran felt a warmth spread through her. She felt immersed in happiness, which was so wonderful.
If she hadn't been disfigured, she would probably be even happier.
Meng Jingwei, who was dancing nearby, watched the two of them in their affectionate and sweet moment and couldn't help but smile. "Ye, I feel like there's a sense of tranquil years now. If we could live simple and happy days like this every day in the future, we would have no other wishes."
Her time in the Hidden Clan had given Meng Jingwei immense pressure. That suffocating sense of oppression had, countless times, nearly driven her to despair.
Every time she teetered on the brink of a precipice, it was Qing Muyue who appeared and pulled her back, saving her.
"We will."
The man's handsome face was tinged with a gentle, faint smile. "We definitely will."
As a man, Qing Muyue had witnessed what Meng Jingwei had gone through over the years. He knew her yearning for happiness and naturally wished to fulfill it to the best of his ability.
However, man proposes, but heaven disposes.
He didn't consider himself a god, unable to orchestrate everything, and he was aware of the many unknowns that lay ahead.
"Let's go back to the old house to see Grandma tomorrow," Meng Jingwei suggested. "You sent for Grandma today, but she's in the throes of her Alzheimer's and didn't recognize anyone, so she didn't come."
Mentioning Madam Qing, Meng Jingwei felt a pang of sympathy. "Grandma, such a kind and benevolent person, to lose her memory. She must be very sad when she's lucid."
"She probably is very sad," Qing Muyue comforted Meng Jingwei. "But have you ever thought that when her Alzheimer's acts up, she also forgets many troubles?"
Though he comforted her with these words, he actually felt heartache for Madam Qing.
He just didn't want to show it, so as not to make Meng Jingwei worry alongside him.
"Tomorrow, let's go back to the old house together to see Grandma," she said.
"Alright," the man readily agreed.
...
That night, Yu Jing Villa was exceptionally lively and romantic, creating a truly unforgettable evening.
In the evening, Song Jun and Pei Ying returned to Qin Xin Ju with Shen Lian Nuo. The others also went home, but Tang Si and Shi Ran stayed at Yu Jing Villa to accompany Meng Jingwei.
Meanwhile, the news that Qing Muyue was alive had directly hit the trending topics.
"Qing Muyue, who died three months ago, is actually alive." "Qing Muyue is alive. Who was buried back then?" "Qing Muyue is not dead."