Chapter 312
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Song Qingchun couldn't understand why she was so sad.
Wasn't it because she thought Su Zhinian looked like the person she was looking for and was rejected when she asked him?
Wasn't it because he said he was being nice to her because he owed her something?
Did she have to cry?
However, she still felt sad. When she returned to her bedroom and saw the highway toll receipt and the shirt on her bed, she felt even sadder. She collapsed into her bed and buried her head in the soft comforter. She couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry.
Su Zhinian leaned against the sofa in the same position as Song Qingchun had left him. His eyes stared at the television on the wall, and he didn't react for a long time.
His ears were filled with the sound of her sobs.
His hands that had gripped the pillow were so strong that the veins on the back of his hands were popping.
She had started to pay attention to the person who was protecting her. Did this mean her heart was going to lean toward that person?
However, she had no idea that the person who was protecting her was the person she should not be paying attention to in this world.
He had already taken one wrong step, and he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. There was no chance for him to save himself.
However, she was different. She had just started, and there was still a chance for her to redeem herself. She didn't need to follow his example and step into this dark and endless path of no return.
So, in order to dispel the doubts and suspicions in her heart, he said those resolute words without any hesitation.
No one knew how much blood flowed from the bottom of his heart like a river when he spat out those cold words in a seemingly calm manner.
He clearly had a heart full of affection for her, but he had to show that he was heartless.
She was the person he was most reluctant to part with in this world, but he had to inflict the cruelest pain on her.
But did she know?
The pain he had inflicted on her was the best way to protect her.
The crying in the room next door had not stopped. Following her sobs, his heart continued to writhe in pain.
Her aggressive questions rang in his ears again.
"The person who has been sending me messages since five years ago, is that you?"
"Yes."
"The person who has been wiping away my tears all these years, is that you?"
"Yes."
-The person who has been secretly protecting me these days, is it also you? -
"Yes."
It was him.
But he couldn't let her know it was him.
Song Qingchun had no idea how long she had been crying. In the end, her voice was hoarse, and the energy in her body seemed to have drained away.
She lay in bed, not wanting to move an inch. It was not until night fell and the alarm rang that she slowly sat up in bed.
She picked up the shirt and bill from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and threw them into the trash can. Then she stood in front of the sink and stared at her red, swollen eyes for a while. Then she turned on the tap and washed away the dry tear stains on her face.
As she applied the cream, she glanced through the mirror at the corner of the shirt sticking out of the trash can behind her. She paused for a moment, then forcefully placed the bottle of cream on the glass shelf. She turned and walked out of the bathroom. After taking just two steps, she turned back and dug out the shirt and bill from the trash can. She rolled them up and stuffed them back under the bed.
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