The White Olive Tree

Chapter 35

Song Ran spent the entire night dreaming—realistic dreams.

In the dimly lit corridor, he lowered his head and kissed her, his lips soft; there was a pleasant fragrance on his face. It turns out that a handsome face smells nice too.

She squinted one eye and secretly watched him, seeing his long, slightly closed eyelashes.

His appearance with closed eyes also made her heart flutter. Song Ran felt like she was sleeping on a cloud all night, her body soft and fluffy. When she woke up, her heart was pounding, and her face was red and hot.

She stared blankly, lazing on the bed for a while, when her phone rang. She grabbed it and saw that it was a message from Li Zan.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, I am."

"What are you planning to do today?"

It's Saturday.

"I don't have any plans."

"Do you want to go to Jiangcheng for fun?"

Song Ran was momentarily stunned and immediately replied, "Yes!"

"I'll come to find you at nine."

"Okay."

Song Ran got out of bed.

Song Zhicheng and Song Yang were having breakfast in the living room, eating fried rice cakes and golden grain sticks. Song Ran usually had a poor appetite in the morning, and greasy food easily made her nauseous. She took two bites of the golden grain stick and couldn't eat more, then went to freshen up.

Outside was bustling; Yang Huilun came in, followed by a few renovation workers. She said they were going to renovate Song Yang's room. Although she had been against Song Yang and Lu Tao's relationship, she couldn't stop the two from getting married.

Seeing the situation, Song Ran knew the room was going to undergo major changes.

Song Yang frowned, "We haven't even set a wedding date, why are you doing this so early? Where will I stay during the renovation?"

"You're asking me? Blame Lu Tao for not buying a house earlier. You can go stay at his place."

Song Yang was furious, "I'm done with you!"

Yang Huilun laughed again, "Ran Ran, please tidy up your things. I'm afraid the workers might be careless and damage or lose something."

"Okay." Song Ran quickly organized her belongings and dragged her suitcase out of the door.

It was 8:30 in the morning.

She sent a text to Li Zan, "How about meeting at Qingzhi Lane? I'm no longer at the Archives Bureau."

He quickly replied, "Sure."

Song Ran returned to Qingzhi Lane after just finished tidying up, and heard the courtyard door opening downstairs. She ran to the window to take a look, and Li Zan had just closed the courtyard door. When he turned back and looked up, he smiled at her.

Through the sprouting branches of the gardenia tree, his face looked clean and beautiful in the spring light.

Song Ran quickly ran down the stairs to meet him, "You came just after I finished tidying up, what a coincidence."

Li Zan casually touched her cheek and asked, "You moved back after just one night?"

Blushing, she replied, "My younger sister is getting married, and the house is under renovation. There's no space for me."