Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan examined Wen Moshen’s emaciated face. Four whole years felt like an eternity long. The heaviness in her heart made it hard to breathe.
Lin Chen still had matters to attend to. He received one call after another from the office.
Lin Chen, Lin Nuan… thank you both for coming to see Moshen.
Wen Moshen’s father still upheld his classy elegance in showing his gratitude towards them,
Little Song, thank you for entering the operation room to specifically ask about Moshen’s condition. He would be glad to know about that once he wakes up. It’s getting late, you should attend to your own matters—I’ll call you once he wakes up.
Lin Chen nodded and turned towards Lin Nuan.
It’s four-forty already, I’ll drop you off at the radio station…
Lin Nuan’s show began at six.
It’s out of your way, I’ll take a cab there myself…
Furrowing his eyebrows, Lin Chen was going to say something when Wen Moshen stated,
Brother Lin Chen, let me send off Nuan Nuan. I’m going back to my company, it’s along the way…
Wen Moshen’s father nodded,
Let Moshi drop you off. Your company is making so many calls, it must be an urgent matter.
…
Lin Nuan sat in Wen Moshen’s car without saying a single word.
She looked outside at the streets moving backward, her thoughts on Mushroom who had just passed away today.
If Wen Moshen had come back just a bit earlier, how glad would Mushroom be?
Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan?
Wen Moshi called her twice.
Yes?
Lin Nuan snapped out of her thoughts, her hand numb from the vibration of her phone.
Wen Moshi turned the steering wheel and glanced at Lin Nuan through the corner of his eye,
Your phone is ringing, why are you daydreaming?
Bai Xiaonian was calling. Lin Nuan picked up.
Have you reached the radio station yet?
On the way…
Then bring back two doughnuts from Haiwei’s place for me. And two cups of warm milk tea,
Bai Xiaonian said, unable to contain the joy in her voice.
Okay.
As she hung up, Lin Nuan saw that they were approaching Haiwei’s Doughnut shop and said to Wen Moshi,
You can drop me off right at the entrance. The radio station is only one turn away, I’ll walk there once I finish buying my stuff.
It’s fine, I’ll drive you there…
Wen Moshen turned on the indicator and pulled over to the side of the road.
Thank you for sending me here. It’s only a short distance so I can walk there myself. Goodbye…
Lin Nuan said as she got out of the car. Wen Moshen mouthed a few words with his lips but before he could get her to stay a little longer, she had already closed the door.
Wen Moshen watched as Lin Nuan entered the Haiwei doughnut shop and stood last in line behind the long queue. After hesitating for a moment, he left.
Business was booming in the Haiwei Doughnut shop. There was always a long queue. Lin Nuan didn’t like sweet food that much, but she often accompanied Bai Xiaonian to visit that place.
As Lin Nuan came out of the shop with the doughnuts and milk tea in her hands, to her surprise she saw Wen Moshi outside smoking near his car.
He put out the cigarette after seeing her come out of the shop and flashed her a smile.
Wen Moshi did leave just then, but he decided to turn back at the second traffic light.
It was because Wen Moshen’s return had deeply moved him. Especially when the notices of medical crises came out one after another from the operating room, he suddenly gained a deeper understanding of how fragile life was.
He didn’t want to regret not doing certain things until he lost the opportunity to do them, and he didn’t want to agonize over things he didn’t say until he couldn’t speak of them anymore.
Wen Moshi walked in front of Lin Nuan and offered to carry the packages for her, but she stepped back right in time.
The station is just one turn away and a three-minute walk, you don’t need to drive me there…
Lin Nuan, I have something to tell you…
Wen Moshi usually never called her by her name so formally—he had always addressed her by
Nuan Nuan
like Wen Moshen did.
