Chapter 309
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The room was eerily quiet. After a long time, Song Qingchun asked, one word at a time, "That person, is it you?
"The person who has been sending me text messages since five years ago, is it you?"
"That person who has been wiping away my tears all these years, is it you?
"And …"
She was clearly the one questioning him, but she didn't know why she became so nervous in that instant. Her hands clenched into fists as she stared at the expressionless face sitting on the sofa. She paused for a few seconds before she opened her mouth again and continued to ask.
"… That person who has been protecting me in the dark these few days, is it you?"
Song Qingchun's three questions were sharp and precise; they went straight to the heart of Su Zhinian.
However, her vehemence was like a heavy punch landing on cotton; she couldn't find any opening in his defense.
He sat there quietly, and the aura around him was as cold and calm as ever. After she asked the question, he lowered his head in silence for two seconds before slowly turning his head around to meet her eyes. His eyes were calm and deep, and he said in a voice that could move her heart, "No." Song Qingchun's face was filled with obvious suspicion.
Song Qingchun's face was filled with obvious suspicion. "But, I feel like that person is you …"
"You feel?" Su Zhinian picked out the two most ridiculous words in her sentence like he was trying to figure out an elementary school question.
Even though it was just a question, Song Qingchun understood what he meant. That's only because you feel …
Song Qingchun's lips fell open, but no sound came out.
"That's just your imagination." Su Zhinian's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before moving away without any hesitation. He looked out the window at the bright sun, and his lips moved to say, "The person you're talking about is not me."
The moment he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed slightly, and an emotion similar to pain flashed across his eyes. It disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The sunlight cast a soft golden glow on Su Zhinian's body. Song Qingchun's eyes sparkled as she looked at it.
She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could see the sincerity in him. He didn't look like he was lying; it was more like he was giving her the answer she had been waiting for.
Is he really not lying? But if that person isn't him, then who is it? She had thought about it for a long time, and he was the most suitable candidate.
In fact, when she asked him earlier, there was a moment in her heart when she was certain it was him.
Song Qingchun didn't know if it was because she had found the person she had been looking for, but the joy and hope that had risen in her heart had been extinguished by a few simple words. Her next words were hurried and incoherent.
"The feeling you give me is very similar to the feeling the owner of the text message gave me … Every time I cry, I'll have a memory lapse. When I come back to my senses, my tears have already been wiped away. That night when we stayed in the northern suburbs, you comforted me when I cried. That feeling is almost exactly the same as when I woke up from the memory lapse …"
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