Chapter 317
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She hugged the blanket tightly and stared at the night sky outside the window. Between her gentle eyes, a tinge of regret slowly crept up. "If only that day, I didn't act on impulse and ask Mr. Su …"
At this point, Song Qingchun stuttered. "… if only the germaphobe was the person I was looking for …"
Even though he had said such cruel things to her that day, when the words were at the tip of her tongue, she couldn't bring herself to call him "Maniac Su".
"If that was the case, I could have asked him to take me to work just like how I asked him to take me to and from work …
"But now …"
Song Qingchun slowly closed her eyes. Her lips were pressed together soundlessly, but she didn't say anything.
… Now, she knew that his kindness was pitiful to her, and her pride would not allow her to trouble him anymore.
Song Qingchun realized the pain in her heart had returned. It was small but concentrated, and it was so painful that it caused her to stop breathing.
In the dead of the night, she only cared about her sadness, but she didn't realize why she was so sad.
She had so many friends she could trouble, but why was she sad because she couldn't trouble him?
"Don't be afraid, Song Qingchun, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid …"
Su Zhinian leaned lightly on the leather European-style sofa and listened to Song Qingchun's mumbling, which was muffled due to her head being buried in the mattress. His gaze fell on a modern-style floor lamp in front of him, and his eyes started to wander.
Initially, he had been counting how many times she had said "don't be afraid", but in the end, he had lost count. It was not until she said in a regretful tone, "If that was the case, I could have asked him to take me to and from work just like how I asked him to take me to and from work just like how I asked him to take me to and from work …" His heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed by something, and it was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
His cruel and heartless words from that day had completely stopped her from getting close to him, which she had worked so hard to achieve.
That kind of beauty was like a flash in the pan, and it eventually withered away.
Her "Su Zhinian, can I trouble you …" was not enough for him to hear it anymore before he could hear it again.
Actually, he shouldn't have been sad. After all, this was something he had personally created, and it was something he wished to see happen.
But he still couldn't help feeling sad. He really hoped that he could be troubled by her for the rest of his life.
But he knew that at the end of the story, the person by her side would not be him.
The next day, Song Qingchun was woken up by her alarm. She got out of bed, washed up, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. When she went upstairs to call Su Zhinian for breakfast, it was exactly 7 am, her free time.
Song Qingchun knocked on the door and said, "Breakfast is ready."
It was quiet behind the door, and there was no answer. She thought Su Zhinian was still asleep, so she returned to her bedroom.
She had no intention of going far, so she only took her wallet and phone, stuffed them into her bag, and left the bedroom.
Before she went downstairs, she even pasted a note on Su Zhinian's bedroom door.
Song Qingchun stood at the front door. She first put on a pair of high heels, but she realized it was still early, and the shops and supermarkets were not open yet. The only place she could go was the garden behind the residential area, so she changed into a pair of flats, thinking she could go for a run there.
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