Chapter 423
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Song Qingchun's fingers, which were resting on the sink, started to shake.
She was right. When she was crying her heart out, she blacked out again … In the past two months, it wasn't that she hadn't cried her heart out, but she had never blacked out. At that time, when she was done crying, she rubbed her red and swollen eyes and wondered … Now, it happened again …
In the past, whenever she cried, she would hide in a corner, but that day, she had lost control of her emotions in the middle of such a rowdy scene. If it was really as she suspected and someone had appeared before her … no, someone had definitely appeared before her because even the wound on her forehead had been taken care of …
Song Qingchun's heart skipped a beat. The next second, she turned around and staggered back to the nightclub.
She rushed back to her seat and looked left and right before asking the one on her left, "Did someone come here earlier?"
The people at that table were all drunk, so they had no idea what she was asking. One of the women smiled at her, and the other man waved his hands at her, saying, "No, no, miss, we're not dating, my girlfriend is here!"
Date my ass … Song Qingchun burped and walked toward the table on the right.
When a middle-aged man heard her question, he nodded and said, "Yes, there's someone there …"
After answering her question, he chuckled. "Miss, you're so funny. He even helped you wipe your tears, and you're asking me that? Are you drunk?"
Song Qingchun's breathing stopped. She stared at the man and pressed, "Then, do you know where he went?"
"There, over there …" The middle-aged man pointed the bottle in a certain direction.
Song Qingchun immediately turned to look.
"Do you see that man in the black suit? He's very tall, and he's trying to squeeze his way out of the dance floor …"
The lights of the nightclub flickered, so it was impossible to see the man's face clearly. Song Qingchun only managed to catch a glimpse of his silhouette. Before the middle-aged man could finish, Song Qingchun tossed him a "thank you" and rushed to the dance floor, squeezing her way toward the man.
On the dance floor, there were all kinds of men and women squeezing each other. Song Qingchun took half a step and paused for five seconds. When she finally reached the spot where the man was seated, she was no longer there. She stood where she was and looked around. She was surrounded by unfamiliar faces, and there was even a foreign man who extended his hand at her, inviting her to join him in the dance.
"I'm sorry," Song Qingchun tossed him an apologetic and dashed toward the stage. She used a great deal of energy to climb up the crowded stage. She stood up and scanned the dance floor from high above. Finally, she spotted the back of the man in black sitting on the right side of the dance floor.
Perhaps it was because she was drunk, but under the flickering lights, the man's back overlapped with Su Zhinian's in her memory.
Song Qingchun was dazed for a moment before realizing the man was heading toward the exit.
Does this mean he's going to leave?
I've finally managed to catch a glimpse of him, so I can't let him get away this time … Song Qingchun jumped down from the stage in a hurry and squeezed her way toward the exit.
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