Chapter 163
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After exiting the bathroom, Song Qingchun went to the hotel supermarket to buy some things before returning to the mahjong room.
Su Zhinian was already gone, and the players were replaced by two other students. Song Qingchun placed the things she bought at the corner of the mahjong table and said apologetically to Tang Nuo and the student council president, "I have something else to do, so I need to leave now. I'll treat you two another day, but today, I'll treat you two to something else."
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When she exited the hotel, the sky was dark, and it was snowing lightly.
Song Qingchun didn't drive but took the subway. The countryside was cold at night, so she wrapped her clothes around herself and walked toward the subway station on the west side of the hotel.
After walking for about one hundred meters, Song Qingchun's footsteps gradually stopped. Even though she was still quite a distance away, she could clearly see a car parked in front of her. Su Zhinian was leaning against it, holding the car key in his hand. He pressed it occasionally, and the car lights kept blinking.
He had been standing there for a while because there was a thin layer of snow on the car's roof and shoulders, and the tips of his hair were damp.
He was staring at the darkness in the distance. Because he was tilting his head, she couldn't see his eyes clearly. However, she could see a trace of sadness and sorrow on his body, as if he was sad and hurt because of something.
Is he waiting for someone here?
Song Qingchun pulled on her sleeves and subconsciously wanted to walk away from him, but before she could, he had already turned around. He stood up and walked toward her. He stopped before her and asked, "Are you going back to the city?"
Before she could answer, he added, "I'll give you a ride."
After a moment, as if afraid that she would reject him, he raised his wrist to her face and pointed at the time on his watch. "It's already 7: 10 pm, so your time now belongs to me."
Su Zhinian did not leave after sending Song Qingchun home.
Actually, on the way back, Song Qingchun had considered this possibility, but when it really happened, she was still quite nervous.
After entering the house, she helped him get his slippers and hung up his suit before heading to the kitchen.
After cooking dinner, she slowly went upstairs to call Su Zhinian. Normally, when he was having dinner, she would sit beside him, but today, she used a stomachache as an excuse to return to her bedroom.
Song Qingchun did not know what time Su Zhinian had his dinner. She stayed upstairs for an hour, and when she came down, the dining room was already empty.
The food was already cold. She didn't have an appetite, so she didn't heat it up. She just drank half a bowl of pork ribs soup that was still a little warm, and then began to clean up the dining room and kitchen.
When Song Qingchun reached home from the countryside, it was already 9 pm. When Song Qingchun stopped, it was already 11 pm.
She wasn't in a hurry to go upstairs. She leaned on the balcony of the restaurant and stared at the heavy snow outside for a long time before going upstairs.
The bungalow was quiet. The light in the study was on, and Su Zhinian's voice drifted out from inside. He was probably in another conference call.
After the shower, Song Qingchun lay in bed, playing with her phone. She wanted to wait for Su Zhinian to return to his bedroom before she went to sleep, but she leaned against the headboard until she finally gave in and drifted off to sleep.
Probably because Su Zhinian was home, Song Qingchun didn't sleep well. She even had nightmares that night.
Actually, it wasn't really a dream; it was just a reminder of the past that had been haunting her.
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