Chapter 500
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Just like that, the hatred and resentment that had once seeped into her bones faded into the past.
The barrier that had been between them disappeared just like that.
At the end of the conversation, Song Qingchun felt like a huge rock had been lifted off her shoulders, and a sense of relief seeped out from her bones.
Su Zhinian did not share many happy words with her, but she was happy. In fact, she even held her chin in her hands and looked at Su Zhinian with a smile. "Time sure flies. In the blink of an eye, it has been so many years since we graduated from high school."
At this point, Song Qingchun's face turned sour, and she pretended to sigh. "Sigh, we've all grown old …"
"How so?" Su Zhinian looked at Song Qingchun, and his voice was like aged wine, deep and rich. "You're still as young and beautiful as before."
Is Su Zhinian complimenting me?
Joy rose in Song Qingchun's heart, and the light at the bottom of her eyes shone brightly. "How am I not old? I was forced to go on a blind date by Song Menghwa! "
Blind date? Su Zhinian frowned slightly. "When did that happen? How come I didn't know about it?"
"It happened two months ago. In sixty days, I've met more than one hundred men …" Song Qingchun, who was reminded of the nightmare of that blind date, shivered involuntarily. Then, she realized something and mumbled to herself, "But for some reason, I don't feel like I'm being forced anymore."
More than one hundred men?
Su Zhinian, who was chatting happily with Song Qingchun, suddenly started to feel depressed.
Those two months were when he was in a coma, and he wasn't by her side. I wonder if she's interested in any of the blind dates?
Su Zhinian turned the question around in his mind, and he asked calmly, "More than one hundred men, is there no suitable one?"
Why would I suddenly bring up my blind date? Will he misunderstand that I'm marrying another man?
Song Qingchun shook her head like a rattle drum. "Of course not. Even though the number is a bit high, ninety-five percent of them didn't even say a word … Even the remaining five percent did, but none of them were my type."
As Song Qingchun said that, she sneaked a glance at Su Zhinian. Then, to prevent him from misunderstanding, she added, "There's another thing you might not know about. I was caught in a traffic jam, so I arrived forty minutes late. When I arrived, the man was already gone, so I was scolded by Song Menghwa."
Not only did Su Zhinian not pity her, he even chuckled softly when the man left.
When he thought of what she had just said, "None of them are my type," he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.
Even though he knew they couldn't be together, he was still curious as to what type of man she liked.
Su Zhinian picked up the cup of coffee and blew on it slowly. "What kind of coffee do you like? There are so many men, but none of them are up to par. "
In Song Qingchun's memory, she had only seen Su Zhinian smile once, and now, he was laughing right in front of her. His eyes were as beautiful as a blooming flower, so beautiful that it made her lose her soul.
She was so lost in his beauty that she had lost the ability to think. When she heard what he said, she blurted out without thinking, "I like your type."
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