Chapter 346
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Cheng Qingchong turned toward the source of the sound and saw a man standing there, staring straight ahead.
She didn't dare interrupt, but after a quick glance, she turned toward the sink.
Through the sound of running water, Cheng Qingchong could hear the laughter that sounded worse than crying. It got louder and louder until it made her heart shiver. She quickly turned off the faucet, wiped her hands hastily, and dashed toward the stairwell to escape.
Just as she reached the junction between the bathroom and the staircase, the man suddenly stopped laughing and said in a low, self-deprecating voice, "Idiot. That's right, I'm an idiot …"
As he said that, he raised his hand to poke himself in the chest, and tears started to fall from the corner of his eyes.
However, the corners of his lips curled up even more. Tears rolled down his cheeks and flowed into his mouth one by one.
Cheng Qingchong was stunned for a second when she saw this. Then, she lowered her head and hurried away.
When she turned the corner, she couldn't help but turn back to look. The man who had been standing earlier had retreated to the corner and was squatting on the floor.
The corridor was quiet. He didn't make a single sound, but she could clearly see his shoulders moving. She knew that he was trying to hold back his tears.
After returning to the bungalow, the moment Song Qingchun reached the top floor, she collapsed in bed.
The pain in her lower abdomen was much better than when she was at Eldorado, but there was still the occasional pain.
She tossed and turned in bed, but no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't shake the discomfort.
She kicked her legs in annoyance, and then there was a knock on the door. Before she could answer, the door was pushed open, and Su Zhinian walked in with a cup in one hand and a towel in the other.
He stood beside the bed and passed the cup to her.
Song Qingchun sat up in bed with difficulty. She accepted the cup, and the aroma of ginger tea hit her nose.
He didn't leave but sat on the edge of the bed. Without a word, he pulled back the cover and pulled up her clothes.
Song Qingchun's body froze, and she almost spilled the ginger tea in her cup. Before she could ask him what he was doing, she felt a warm sensation on her cold stomach.
It was the warmth coming from the towel in his hand, as if there was something wrapped in it …
As if he knew what she was thinking, he reached out to cover her with the blanket again. Then he explained in a flat tone, "There's no hot water bottle at home, so I had to make do with a paper bag of milk."
"Oh." She lowered her head to take a sip of the ginger tea and added, "Thank you."
Su Zhinian replied with a light "hmm". He placed the towel on her stomach with one hand and adjusted the corner of the blanket with the other.
Song Qingchun didn't say anything. She lowered her head and sipped her ginger tea in silence.
The warm liquid slid down her throat and into her stomach, quickly warming up her cold hands and feet.
The warmth of the towel under his palm made the aching pain in her lower abdomen disappear bit by bit. Even the discomfort all over her body slowly dissipated.
The comfort of the bed made her feel much better, and she also realized that the room was too quiet.
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