Chapter 370
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"Remember to get into the habit of carrying an umbrella. Don't get drenched every time …"
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He had never been a talkative person, and he had always thought that even if he wanted to tell her something, he wouldn't say so many words.
However, now that he had opened his mouth, he realized he had so many worries.
She was not stupid; in fact, she was more independent than most girls and knew how to take care of herself, but in his eyes, she was so stupid that he had to worry about her.
At the end, Su Zhinian's voice started to tremble. With reddened eyes, he buried his head in the pit of her neck even harder. Then he stood there silently with her in his arms for a while before slowly pulling her out of his embrace.
He gazed at her face, raised his slender, white hand, and caressed her face. With greed, affection, and care, he slowly, gently, and inch by inch, brushed his fingertips across every part of her face.
He stared at her without blinking, as if he wanted to memorize this image that had long been engraved in his bones and blood.
His fingertips finally stopped at the corner of her lips, and his gentle gaze was tinged with pain.
How he wished he could stay by her side like this, even if it was just like before, without her knowing …
His lips curled into an indistinct smile. After a moment, he quickly and decisively pulled his hand away from her face.
Then, her eyes, which had been frozen by his mind control, flickered, and her mind returned to her.
She tilted her head to the side, and with a faint smile on her lips, she finished the question that she had asked earlier.
Su Zhinian's eyes returned to their usual coldness. He looked at her and said emotionlessly, "Good night."
He was calling her to say good night?
Song Qingchun's eyes curved into a smile, and she said, "Good night."
He stared at her smiling face, and his lips couldn't help but curl into a smile as well. He said, "You still have to go to work at 9 pm. Go upstairs and rest."
"Okay." Song Qingchun nodded and replied, "You too."
Su Zhinian nodded silently.
Song Qingchun turned and was about to run back into the house when she remembered something. She turned around to ask, "There's an event at Song Empire this afternoon, are you going?"
"I have something else to do, so I might not be able to go."
She was hoping that if he was going, he would bring her along … Song Qingchun replied with a regretful "oh" and pointed at the door. "Then I'll go in first."
Su Zhinian replied with a "hmm" and stood where he was. He watched her disappear through the door and heard her running up the stairs. He opened his mouth again to say, "Good night, Tingting."
Good night, not good morning.
His good night, not good night.
His good night, is wanan, I love you, love you.
Song Qingchun returned to her bedroom. When she was removing her clothes, she accidentally touched the collar of her sweater, and it was wet.
It was as if some kind of liquid had smashed onto it.
Strange … could it be that there was fog outside just now?
Song Qingchun frowned. Her fingers continued to rub the wet spot, and for some reason, for some reason, there was a sharp pain in her heart.
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