Chapter 223
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Song Qingchun, who noticed the light, also turned around to meet Su Zhinian's gaze through the windshield.
Their call had already been disconnected due to the lack of signal, but he still held the phone to his ear with one hand. When their eyes met, due to the distance and the glare of the car lights, she could vaguely see that his expression seemed to relax in that instant. Even the usually calm and composed him seemed to be overly nervous, and his lips moved slightly as though he was heaving a sigh of relief.
Song Qingchun thought she was hallucinating. She blinked and was about to get a clearer look when Su Zhinian's car whizzed past her. The speed of the car was so fast that it felt like he was a part of her; the wind was sharp and chilling.
The car made a U-turn, and then there was the screech of brakes. The tires screeched against the road, and the car stopped right before Song Qingchun.
The door was pushed open, and Su Zhinian jumped out of the car. Without even closing the door, he strode toward Song Qingchun.
He got out of the car in a hurry, so he didn't put on a jacket. He only wore a thin white shirt. The wind on the hillside was very strong, messing up his hair, and his skin was red from the cold wind.
Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian's tall figure walking toward her step by step, and her mind went blank.
Her heartbeat miraculously began to slow down bit by bit as he approached. When he stopped in front of her, her heartbeat completely stopped.
He was much taller than her, and standing before her, he helped her block out all the cold wind.
When he saw her eyes that were puffy from crying, he frowned slightly before saying in a light voice, "Let's go."
History was always so similar. Those two simple words caused Song Qingchun's eyes to redden, and the memories that had been lying dormant in her memory were awakened.
She was reminded of the Christmas when he stayed with the Song family. She had traveled thousands of miles to find him, but she had returned with her heart broken. It had also been a cold winter night. She had been penniless, stuck at Beijing airport, unable to return home. She had called home purely to give it a try, and then he had rushed over …
At that time, he didn't look as calm and deep as he did now, but his behavior was exactly the same as today. He braked the car just as suddenly, rushed to her without closing the car door, and stood in front of her with an impatient expression and a flat tone. Even the words he said were exactly the same: "Let's go."
At the time, she was still very young, and she only felt gratitude toward him. Unlike now, when they had been through the same scenario, her heart was filled with uncontrollable emotion.
Su Zhinian noticed Song Qingchun staring at him, and he frowned. "Why aren't you leaving?"
She still did not answer. Su Zhinian's light voice was laced with nervousness. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Then, Su Zhinian raised his hand to touch Song Qingchun's head.
Song Qingchun came back to herself and shook her head at Su Zhinian. "I'm fine."
Then, she lowered her head to hide the stinging in her eyes. After a pause, she opened her lips again in a soft, soft voice. "… Let's go back."
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