Chapter 451
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Song Qingchun felt her heart ache even more, and her nose started to sting.
She gripped the glass in her palm tightly and stood where she was silently.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but he felt like the girl looked like she had just lost her favorite toy. She was incredibly sad.
He had spent his whole life trying to love her, and he had never wanted to make her sad. Looking at her like this, he subconsciously reached out to take the glass and pills from her hands.
However, he only raised his hand an inch when she suddenly raised her head. The expression on her fair face was natural. She smiled at him and said in a natural tone, "Goodbye."
Su Zhinian's raised hand froze in midair. He nodded at her, and she turned to walk to the bedside table. She placed the glass and the pills on the table, grabbed her bag from the seat beside her, and walked toward the door.
Just as she was about to walk in front of him, he had an urge to grab her arm and pull her into his embrace. He hugged her tightly and asked her to stay with him, "Will you stay with me?"
But he couldn't. He could only watch as she walked past him. He could only clench his fists and use his rationality to fight against his emotions.
He stood quietly at the bedroom door and used the most indifferent attitude he could muster to listen to her retreating footsteps from upstairs to downstairs to the front door.
However, the moment she opened the door, the sound of a car came from the courtyard, and then he heard her conversation with Doctor Xia.
"Miss Song, are you leaving?"
"Yes, I have something to do, so I need to leave."
"How is Mr. Su?"
"He has a mild fever."
"Then I'll go upstairs to give him another drip. Take care."
"Goodbye."
Song Qingchun watched Doctor Xia go up to the second floor before she reached out to close the door.
When the door was halfway closed, she caught the shelf at the entrance out of the corner of her eyes; it was filled with takeaway chopsticks.
Song Qingchun frowned slightly and stopped closing the door. She raised her head to look at the second floor before tiptoeing back into Su Zhinian's bungalow toward his dining room.
His restaurant was very clean and tidy. There were a few unopened takeout boxes on the table. He had probably ordered takeout today and hadn't eaten yet.
Song Qingchun walked past the dining table with a look of disdain on her face. She opened the fridge, and it was empty. Other than a few bottles of water and milk, there was nothing else. There were only three ice creams in the freezer. They were the ones that she had forgotten to eat when she stayed at his place.
Song Qingchun was dazed for half a minute before turning to push open the kitchen door. As she expected, the decorations were exactly the same as when she left. In other words, Su Zhinian's house had not been lit for the past few months!
In other words, for the past few days, whenever he ate at home, it was all takeout.
Song Qingchun frowned involuntarily. Then, she was reminded of the scar on his stomach, and her heart started to ache.
How did he get through this period of time? Could it be that when he was at his most seriously injured, he also relied on takeout to survive?
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