Chapter 04

At that time, she would always glare with impatience and complain, "Drying hair takes a lot of time"

Oh. It is said that even the cleverest of people can be easily deceived by thick fog. It would be a ghostly occurrence for Ning Mo to actually like such an unremarkable T-shirt. Moreover, when has he ever shown his emotions so openly? However, since others are offering their comfort, she cannot fail to appreciate it. Yet, the lack of any news is truly detrimental to her planning for the next steps, which leaves her feeling somewhat melancholic

Feng Zilu smiled gently and shook her head

This is the consequence of not paying attention to nurturing sisterhood in daily life

A week after Ning Mo's birthday, the long-awaited day finally arrived for Wu Nongnong to call Feng Ziluo. She was afraid that calling too early would make her seem too eager, while calling too late would make her unable to wait any longer; a week was already the limit.

What was Ning Mo's reaction? It seemed as if he had never cared about Wu Nongnong's objections, holding her as he sat on the sofa, arranging her hair into a fan shape. With one hand, he flipped through the company's documents, while with the other, he gently brushed her hair as if he had never touched it. The entire morning was dedicated to the task of drying Wu Nongnong's hair, without attending to work at all

"You have not yet answered my question," Feng Ziluo said, looking at the thick fog with a curious gaze

The fog was thick, making it impossible to avoid getting straight to the point. "Thank you for helping me deliver the gift to Ning Mo that day." Wu Nongnong truly could not think of anyone else to help her, and in the end, the only person she could think of was actually Feng Ziluo.

And Wu Nongnong felt that this trip could be considered quite fruitful

Originally, allowing the hair to face the sunlight was not a beneficial thing, but at that time, Ning Mo completely won over the habit of thick fog with the phrase, "This way, the hair will have the scent of sunlight"

However, after encountering Ning Mo, that devil had violently dragged her out of bed to attend his appointment. She, disheveled and wearing a nightgown, sat in a five-star hotel restaurant in her bunny slippers, feeling utterly embarrassed. It is quite something that Ning Mo was so ruthless, allowing her to enter the hotel in such disarray.

Everyone in the hotel turned to look at the corner shrouded in thick fog. At that moment, the fog felt utterly defeated; given her status at the time, she could have easily appeared in a tabloid the next day or even graced the Financial Times by leveraging Ning Mo's influence.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the fog was thick as she got off the taxi on time and stepped onto the steps in front of the Feng Zilu family's door

The mist rose thickly as she stood up, coldly letting out a "humph," still venting her anger over Ning Mo's disregard for her wishes when he forced her to dry her hair. It seemed he had never thought much of her ideas, handling everything on his own, acting arbitrarily and autocratically

Ning Mo has always possessed an air of aloofness, and even though he smiles gently at you, you might feel that approaching him could displease him. However, he seems to have a good relationship with himself and Lu Yu.

It is truly as if Cao Cao has arrived just as one thinks of him. While still struggling to recover from the nightmarish memories in the thick fog, she sees Ning Mo standing at the entrance of the Feng family home. With his hands in his pockets, he leans casually against the wall, looking at her with an air of charm.

"Alright, I understand." Feng Zilu patted the thick mist with her hand

Ning Mo did not even glance, merely smiling faintly while chatting casually with Lu Yu. His assistant had already thoughtfully taken the gift, which, like many gifts that were not valued by Ning Mo, was piled among the workers.

Memories always surge uncontrollably to the forefront of one's mind, thick with mist, recalling the days many years ago. At that time, Ning Mo loved to urge her to wash her hair on sunny mornings. No matter what she said, he forbade her from blow-drying her hair, claiming that it would damage the most beautiful part of her body.

The fog swirled gently in the small space of the snail house, and on the wall opposite the window hung a large character for "endurance." She took a deep breath and continued to air her hair while selecting her clothes

Feng Ziluo slowly lifted the teacup, recalling the events of that day

Feng Ziluo elegantly sipped her rose tea, while a myriad of thoughts swirled in her mind. How could she approach Ning Mo's reaction to the birthday gift he had given her? Should she start with the weather? Then discuss fashion? Followed by clothes? ... And then ... No matter how she tried, she couldn't avoid it.

Feng Ziluo is quite straightforward, and the fog is thick; this is the first time I have noticed it. However, she really does not know how to respond to this statement, as she is very curious about the meaning behind Feng Ziluo's question

Feng Ziluo took Lu Yu's hand and stepped forward, presenting her gift to Ning Mo. Ning Mo accepted it with a smile, solemnly handing it to his assistant, and then asked, "Why didn't Xiao Yuanyuan come?" Lu Yu explained that Lu Xiaoyuan had gone to her grandmother's house

This punctual habit was not cultivated during her time abroad. Back then, being three hours late for an appointment was considered normal, and being one hour late was regarded as being early.

In the thick fog, a synthetic sadness brings forth a smile, at this moment, silence speaks louder than words

Only Ning Mo was alone, and that night he laughed particularly joyfully

Mist, dense and thick, compelled her to select a white dress adorned with red polka dots once again. The hem of the dress swayed and rippled with her steps, evoking a sense of blossoming beauty with each stride. After her hair dried, she chose a white headband to tie it up, radiating youthful exuberance. The reflection in the mirror was no less vibrant than Jian Ran's youth; after all, time still favored Mist.

I am also quite surprised that you would seek me out, but I am very pleased. Hmm, given how Ning Mo treats you, how could you still...'' Feng Ziluo was very curious, as Wu Nong has always been a proud and sensitive person

How about I invite you and Ning Mo to my house for dinner this weekend?" Feng Ziluo smiled as she looked at the thick fog.

On a weekend morning, the thick fog pushed open the window, and the sunlight was somewhat dazzling, yet it did not affect her mood in the slightest. Joyfully, she washed her hair, turned her back to the window, casually opened a book, and began the grand project of drying her hair, for Ning Mo enjoyed the fragrance that lingered in her hair right after she washed it

The thick lashes fluttered slightly, the eyes blinked, and in her heart, she could not agree with Feng Ziluo's words. Zhang Ailing once said, "Love is not about asking whether it is worth it"

The thick fog brings to mind that her habit of reading books seems to have been cultivated since that time. Before meeting Ning Mo, she was the kind of young lady who thought Suzhou was right next to Guizhou, after all, they both have 'zhou' in their names

"Liking Ning Mo is not something to be ashamed of, is it? He is truly worth it, isn't he?" Feng Ziluo took a sip of tea

Wu Nongnong picked out a wine-red strapless dress and posed in front of the mirror, which complemented her fair skin and made her look strikingly radiant. However, she soon tilted her head, recalling that Ning Mo had always preferred women who favored elegant color palettes

Filled with joy

And for Feng Ziluo, this sentence was the one that broke through her defenses, unleashing a flood of sympathy.

"Then why didn't you like Ning Mo back then and instead liked Lu Yu?" Wu Nongnong suddenly became very gossipy, feeling a sense of sympathy for her rival as they engaged in this deep, soul-searching conversation for the first time, which felt quite novel. If back then, Feng Ziluo had liked Ning Mo and I had been with Lu Yu, how perfect those two pairs would have been.

He likes it very much. Feng Ziluo smiled elegantly

"That's settled then." Feng Ziluo smiled happily

The thick fog in his heart spat out a mouthful of saliva and cursed, "Damn rogue"

Nongnong, do you like Ning Mo?

This is a heartfelt birthday gift for you. Feng Zi Luo also presented a gift.

Since then, the fog has never dared to be late again

The fog struggled in her heart for a moment, pondering whether to answer with 'like' or 'dislike.' This was a matter of strategy. To utter the two words 'like' felt particularly awkward, and her face turned crimson as she hesitated.

All night long, Ning Mo stared at her with a smile, not saying a word. To avoid appearing insufficiently attention-grabbing, he made an exception and played a piece of Beethoven's Ode to Joy on the piano in the restaurant, "sincerely" dedicating it to his fiancée—Miss Wu Nongnong

After a moment, the fog thickened, and the topic was skillfully shifted. "Does he still like the gift?" For Nuo Nuo, asking this way was simply a more time-efficient approach to conversation. Being in prolonged proximity to Feng Ziluo always made Nuo Nuo uncomfortable. Whenever she thought of Lu Yu's unwavering devotion to her, Nuo Nuo found it hard to be friendly towards her. The more she recalled Ning Mo's special regard for Feng Ziluo, the less she could tolerate Feng Ziluo.

Wu Nongnong looked at Feng Ziluo in surprise, is this the red thread of fate

Feng Ziluo believed that the possibility of Ning Mo unwrapping the dense fog gift was extremely low