Chapter 272
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"Furthermore, didn't you promise to be my Brother Yinan for the rest of my life? Is it because you're unwilling to be my Brother Yinan? "
Su Zhinian's hands that gripped his shirt tightened. His lips were stretched into a thin line, and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes.
He really wanted to stop himself from listening to the conversation from so far away. He knew that as long as he didn't listen, he wouldn't feel sad. However, he couldn't help himself and continued to listen. His attention was focused on Qin Yinan and Song Qingchun, so he could hear their conversation even more clearly. He could even feel the tone of their words.
"Nonsense, why would I refuse to be your Brother Yinan?"
"Brother Yinan, you have to keep your promise!"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
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At that moment, Su Zhinian felt like he had lost all of his senses. He could not hear any sound, see any image, or feel any warmth.
He was like a statue, frozen in the position of getting out of the car but not getting out of it. He was in a daze for who knew how long before he slowly recovered. Then, he realized that a part of his body was aching, and it was so painful that it made him writhe in pain.
Where is it?
He asked himself softly in his heart. Then, with an exceptionally calm expression, he retracted the half of his body that was exposed outside the car. Then, he gently closed the car door. After sitting in the quiet car for a long time, he stretched out his hand in a daze and pressed it against his left chest. He pressed it for a very, very long time before he realized that it was his heart that was hurting.
Su Zhinian's eyes darkened, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
How he wished he could be a quiet and ordinary person, unable to understand the true love in her heart, unable to hear how well she treated another man, and treating her fake smile as genuine warmth.
However, he couldn't. There was no self-deception in his world, only cruel truth.
His ears were still surrounded by all kinds of sounds. Some people were listening to the Spring Festival Gala, and the skits were the funniest.
His world was so lively and joyous at this moment, but he was very lonely.
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Su Zhinian's eyes started to water. He slowly lowered his head. His hand was still on his chest, and under his palm, his heart was beating vigorously. Every time it beat, it seemed to be screaming pain.
This kind of pain was something he could never shout out. He could only fiercely and deeply suppress the pain in his heart.
At ten o 'clock, the boat started and slowly moved towards the center of the North Sea.
The party officially started. Hua Nuo's boss was standing on the stage, holding a microphone and giving an opening speech.
Everyone who attended the party gathered in the hall, applauding and cheering enthusiastically.
The phone in Song Qingchun's bag suddenly vibrated at that moment.
She stops applauding, takes out her mobile phone, and sees that it is a call from the Song family's landline.
She was afraid Song Menghwa was in trouble, so she grabbed her phone and left the lobby. Because the first floor was too noisy, she purposely took the stairs to the second floor. She walked along the corridor and entered the quiet bathroom.
Song Qingchun was about to answer the phone when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
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