Nanrong Huai'an couldn't help but think that if he had known how good Su Fei was and how good she was as Dongfang Yan, instead of considering the royal family with his inherent thoughts, he and Su Fei would not have been delayed for so long.
They wasted a lot of time, which he would make up for later.
Nanrong Huai'an was very moved and couldn't help but hold Feng Sufei in her arms and start kissing her.
Feng Sufei tilted her head to one side, "Huai'an, it's just this morning... I still have things to do later."
Feng Sufei was afraid that Nanrong Huai'an would think she didn't want to, so she quickly added: "My body has not fully recovered yet!"
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an with a coquettish and coquettish tone.
She knew that if she acted coquettishly, Nanrong Huai'an would pamper her and not want to be angry.
Nanrong Huai'an smiled and said, "I won't bother you."
He just wanted to kiss her gently to express his gratitude.
But Nanrong Huaian also knows that maybe a kiss can easily ignite a fire.
Every time he faced Feng Sufei, he couldn't control himself.
The two of them chatted with each other for a while, and then Feng Sufei entered the study again.
In the afternoon, someone else gave some gifts.
Feng Sufei saw a gift made of paper cranes.
Seeing these paper cranes, for some reason, Feng Sufei thought of one person, Si Jueshen.
In the past, Si Jueshen would often fold paper cranes for her.
In fact, it was because she liked paper cranes at first that Si Jueshen learned how to fold paper cranes.
Feng Sufei looked at this with a dazed expression, as if she had suddenly returned to her time as Dongfang Yan.
Many memories are still so clear.
But Si Jueshen is a thing of the past after all.
The damage was done and was irreparable. Although her death had nothing to do with Si Jueshen, it was also caused by his mother.
After a long silence, Feng Sufei sighed, then picked up the paper crane with three words written on it, "I'm sorry!"
There were only these three words, but Feng Sufei could tell that they were Si Jueshen's words.
Even after all this time, she still remembered his handwriting.
Seeing his handwriting, Feng Sufei felt relieved for some reason.
Because looking at the handwriting, she knew that Si Jueshen was still alive.
Now that he is alive, she is relieved.
Feng Sufei put the paper crane and other gifts together.
Only then did Feng Sufei remember that she had forgotten that Nanrong Huai'an hadn't prepared a gift for her yet!
But she couldn’t take the initiative to ask for it!
Anyway, as long as the people of Nanrong Huai'an are with her, she should be content.
This is how Feng Sufei comforted herself.
In the evening, dinner was cooked by Nanrong Huaian.
Candlelight dinner is a romantic experience.
Nanrong Huaian also played the piano for Feng Sufei himself.
When Feng Sufei watched Nan Rong Huai'an playing piano music, she felt that he was so noble and elegant, as if an immortal descended from the earth, scorching enchanting and unparalleled in elegance.
She looked at him with stars in her eyes.
And the songs he plays are all so nice.
Feng Sufei has a romantic feeling.
And tomorrow is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year.
She felt very warm.
She really wanted to celebrate the New Year with Nanrong Huai'an, her parents, and her sister.
It feels like a big family is lively.
Nanrong Huai'an finished playing the piano music, and then walked up to Feng Sufei, "Does it sound good?"
Feng Sufei nodded, "Yeah, sounds good."
Feng Sufei really didn't know that Nanrong Huai'an could play the piano before, but it looked and sounded really good.