Wandering all the way, she went to the nearby park again.
Even after more than a decade, except for the renovated facilities, everything in the park seemed to have remained unchanged.
She sat on the bench, staring at the iron railing in front of her, her thoughts began to drift away.
She remembered that her father was sitting on this bench, playing "Amazing Grace" for her for the first time.
Her father said, "Wanwan, this is a song of forgiveness. You must always remember it. Life is long, and I hope your life is full of happiness and peace."
...
She closed her eyes to recall, but involuntarily, the upright and cold figure of Fu Weiheng flashed through her mind—the lazy posture he had when he was listening to a call in the hotel lobby, the gentle smile he wore when he helped her out of a situation, and the intrigued look he had when he questioned her.
Suddenly, Su Wan's lips curled into a gentle smile. When she opened her eyes in a good mood, her gaze unexpectedly met a pair of bright and clear eyes.
The man in front was still wearing a shirt and trousers, standing straight ahead. As the sun set, the beautiful afterglow reflected on him, elongating his shadow into a fine line.
An exhausting day at work left Fu Weiheng physically and mentally drained, so after work, he drove here to relax.
Walking along the iron railing, by coincidence, he noticed the serene and familiar figure on the bench.
He paused in his steps, momentarily losing his thoughts.
She was sitting with her eyes closed, legs slightly apart, and hands suspended in mid-air as if playing a cello.
Her long, black hair reminded him of the figure he saw four years ago in London Park.
She smiled, her smile as lovely as a blossoming flower, her features as picturesque as a painting.
When she opened her eyes and saw him, she was momentarily stunned, her expression full of surprise.
"Mr. Fu..." Su Wan slowly stood up, looking at his remarkably handsome face. Remembering her foolishly smiling face while mimicking a musician with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed unexplainably as she awkwardly asked, "Mr. Fu, are you here for a walk too?"
"Yes." He nodded slightly, a smile carried in his eyes as he asked, "Do you live nearby?"
"No." She shook her head, having not lived here for many years, then returned the question, "Does Mr. Fu also live nearby?"
"Haven't lived here for a long time." His voice was calm, looking at her again with eyes carrying a gentle glow, "Shall I send you back?"
"No need, there's a metro station ahead." Su Wan smiled, politely declined, and quickly bid her farewell, "Goodbye, Mr. Fu."
Watching her departing figure, Fu Weiheng rubbed his brow with slight unease.
It seemed, time and time again, he was always left behind by her...
Four days later, it was Su Wan's day for the re-examination.
She specially wore a formal outfit, a white long-sleeved shirt, and striped trousers.
When Su Wan walked into the room holding her violin and calmly sat down, she saw Fu Weiheng sitting just three meters away, leisurely watching her. She froze for a moment, pulling at the corner of her lips with a mix of laughter and tears.
Ever since she met him at the wedding, it seemed she could see him everywhere she went...
The female official sitting beside was likewise astonished as she adjusted her glasses to look at Fu Weiheng. Why did the big boss suddenly show up!
Only the male manager remained composed, introducing, "This is the Executive President of Endless Group, also the orchestra's conductor, Mr. Fu."
For the always elegantly dressed Fu Weiheng, Su Wan naturally wasn't surprised by his distinguished identity at this moment, only she couldn't have imagined such a coincidence.
Fu Weiheng leaned back slightly, raised an attractive eyebrow, his expression indifferent as he spoke, "Su Wan?"
Such a deep and rich male voice calling her name made Su Wan's already restless heart skip a beat. She raised her head and gave him a slight smile, indicating her response, then retracted her gaze to adjust her playing posture.
"Start now," he said.
The mellow sound of the violin slowly entered the ear, each note and chord was tender and graceful, the lingering sound filling the air like an eloquent recitation, making the listener revel in its embrace.
Once again, it was "Amazing Grace."
Fu Weiheng's gaze was locked tightly on her figure, but his state of mind was filled with different emotions.
Her eyes were closed, long and thick eyelashes casting a shadow on her face, her fair fingers effortlessly finding the notes on the strings.
In that instant, he was reminded of that day in the park when he accidentally encountered her sitting on the bench, her graceful and lively face carrying a gentle smile, so vivid and captivating.