Chapter 165
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Before Su Zhinian could finish his sentence, he read the girl's thoughts in his arms and knew what kind of nightmare she was having. His hand that was wiping away her tears froze on the spot.
She was not having a dream; she was simply reminiscing about the past.
She was reminded of that drunken night five years ago when he forced himself on her … Her heart was filled with panic, fear, and despair.
She had not fully woken up from the dream. Her breathing was ragged, and her body was shaking violently. Her hands were still reaching for the mattress.
Su Zhinian's fingers that were placed on her face were shaking violently. He wanted to hug her to give her some comfort, but in the end, he slowly moved his hands away from her face. Then, he pulled his arms away from her face and slowly placed her back on the bed.
In the morning, she had worn a high-collared sweater to cover her skin. Now that she was in her pajamas, her neck and chest were exposed. He could see that her fair skin was covered in bruises.
Then his gaze subconsciously shifted to her two wrists. There was a ring of bruises, and it was a shocking sight to behold. It was a mark left behind by him grabbing her too hard that night when he was drunk.
Actually, when the Student Council President discovered the bruises on her wrists in the chess room that afternoon, he already knew what was going on.
That was because, to help her win the game, he had stood next to her feet to read her thoughts.
However, at the time, he did not see the bruises on her wrists. He only knew from the bottom of her heart that it was him who had injured her wrists. She was afraid that other people would find out, so she had hurriedly covered it with her sleeves and escaped in a hurry.
At the time, he had realized that she was afraid of him. His mood had taken a turn for the worse, and he had left.
It was not until now, when she had a nightmare in the middle of the night, that he knew the darkest secret in her heart. It was not that she was afraid of him, but that she was very afraid of him.
"Why did I have that dream? I've already forgotten about it many years ago, so why would I remember it now?
"Is it because he almost slept with her again a few days ago? Song Qingchun, stop thinking about it. It's all in the past, it's been so many years, stop thinking about it …"
Su Zhinian was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his arm resting on her shoulder. After Song Qingchun slowly recovered from the nightmare, thoughts started to surface in her mind. These thoughts followed the path of their physical contact and crashed into his heart. They were like a knife, slicing his heart into pieces. Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun took two deep breaths before she realized someone was sitting beside her. She turned around, and when she saw Su Zhinian, her face was instantly filled with wariness. "Why is he here? Don't tell me …"
Before she could finish her thought, Su Zhinian suddenly stood up and walked toward the bedroom door.
When he was about to reach the door, he stopped. He stood with his back facing her for a long time before slowly turning around. Song Qingchun's expression, which was initially tense due to his departure, started to tighten again. When he saw the change in her expression, he pressed his lips together soundlessly before saying, "Don't worry, I won't touch you."
A trace of sadness flashed across his deep, indifferent eyes. He opened his mouth again and repeated what he had just said. His voice was very, very soft. "I will never touch you again …"
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