Chapter 266
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Su Zhinian went downstairs to wash the coffee cup and replace it before returning to the second floor.
Before he entered his own bedroom, he thought about it and decided to walk to Song Qingchun's bedroom.
He twisted the doorknob. He thought the door would be locked like usual, but to his surprise, the door opened.
The girl on the bed had already fallen asleep and was in a deep and sweet sleep.
Su Zhinian slowed down his steps and walked in.
It was unclear what kind of sweet dream she was having, but the corners of her lips were curved upward.
Her sleeping position was not very nice; half of her body was exposed outside the cover, and one of her hands was dangling outside the bed.
Su Zhinian carefully moved her hand to her side before slowly pulling the cover up to cover her up. He even adjusted the bedside lamp to dim it slightly.
As he was about to stand up to leave, he noticed that her other hand was holding the bank card that he had given her that night.
Su Zhinian's gaze softened instantly. He could not help but reach out to touch her hair. Then, he was reminded of the whispers downstairs when she received the card.
"But why are all his passwords the same six digits? Could it be his phone? His computer? His safe? All of them, right? "
She was right; all of his passwords were the same six digits.
That six-digit number wasn't her birthday, nor was it his mother's birthday, nor was it his own.
The six digits were 961008.
The six-digit number was on October 8th, 1996. That was the day he first met her.
That was the happiest and most memorable day of his life.
The happiest moment of his life had started when he first met her.
Song Qingchun felt like she had been through eight lifetimes of bad luck lately.
She thought to herself, I've been through almost all the dangerous things that can happen in one's life.
She had almost been knocked into the tracks when she took the subway home.
The next morning, she had almost been hit by a car when she was crossing the street.
When she went to interview a popular female singer with her assistant, she had almost been hit by a falling object.
Even when she went shopping with a good friend on the weekend, she was almost squeezed off the escalator and rolled down.
Initially, Song Qingchun really thought she was just unlucky. She even considered going to Yonghe Temple to pray and cleanse her bad luck.
However, this kind of bad luck kept happening more and more. Even she herself felt that it was somewhat unreal.
Even though Song Qingchun was a reporter, she rarely made enemies. At the time, she really didn't expect someone would want to take her life.
However, at that time, she had an intuition. It was a woman's intuition that didn't require reason. She always felt that she was being secretly protected by someone behind her back.
Song Qingchun had this intuition because every time she was in danger, she would be able to turn the situation around.
In the beginning, she also thought that she was lucky. However, no matter how lucky a person was, it was impossible for them to encounter danger again and again. They could always escape from death by coincidence, right?
Therefore, she had a premonition that someone was silently protecting her. Especially as more and more thrilling dangers appeared, that premonition became stronger and stronger.
In fact, she had also thought about it before. Perhaps she had been frightened too much recently, causing her to have hallucinations.
But on New Year's Eve, her premonition was confirmed.
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