Chapter 422
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Her cries stopped in that instant. The man stood on the spot and stared at her for a moment. Then he walked around the table and sat down beside her.
He first took the wine bottle from her hand and gently placed it to the side. Then, he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into his embrace.
In the dimly lit booth, he quietly hugged her. She leaned against his chest, and with a slight tremble, he couldn't help but raise his hand to gently pat her back.
After a long time, he pulled her out of his embrace.
He lowered his head and saw that her eyes and nose were red from crying. Her face was covered in tears, and her long lashes were wet and stuck together. She looked as pitiful as she could be.
He sighed softly, like he was helpless or heartbroken. Then, he raised his hands to hold her face and used his fingers to gently wipe away the tears and snot on her face.
Her hands were beautiful, rarely seen in the mortal world. Her fingers were long and slender, and her joints were distinct. From her every movement, one could feel a kind of delicate care and love.
After he wiped her face clean, his fingertips fell on the wound on her forehead. He gently examined it, and after confirming that it was fine, he pulled out an alcohol wipe from his pocket to disinfect her wound. He also took the opportunity to wipe away the dried blood around her wound.
His hand finally landed on her head and stayed there for a long time before he held her head and gently raised it up. Then he lowered his head and planted a light kiss in between her brows. Then he let go of her, stood up, and left.
One minute after he left, Song Qingchun, who was sitting at the booth, suddenly sniffled. She pulled out her phone from her bag. With her head lowered, she typed on the screen for a while before sending a message. [I'm at MIX. I drank a lot. Can you come and pick me up?]
After the message was sent, she placed her phone back into her bag.
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Song Qingchun blinked her eyes and looked at the broadcast hall that had changed. Her brows furrowed deeply.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, her brain was a little slow. She was stunned for a while before she realized what was wrong.
I was crying on the table earlier, so why am I sitting up and watching the show?
She turned her eyes around in confusion before her gaze fell on the table. Looking at the bottle of wine that was less than a third full, her frown deepened.
If I remember correctly, I should have been hugging this bottle earlier, so why is it so far away from me now?
This is weird … Could it be that I'm drunk?
Before Song Qingchun could finish her question, she suddenly raised her hand to touch her own face as if she was reminded of something.
It was dry; it didn't feel like it was wet from her tears.
She vaguely seemed to understand something. She abruptly sat up from the booth, grabbed her bag, and stumbled toward the bathroom with unsteady steps.
She practically threw herself in front of the sink. She opened her eyes wide and carefully examined her face in the mirror.
Her skin was fair and smooth, and there was no trace of tears. Even the blood on her forehead had disappeared completely.
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