Chapter 527
Words:760Update:22/06/20 07:37:18
The room was eerily quiet. Song Qingchun, who was bandaged, did not get up from the floor. She lowered her head to stare at his hands for a while before slowly turning her head around to look at his face.
Under the dim yellow light, the lines of his face were delicately outlined.
Due to the alcohol, his already fair skin looked like it was made of porcelain.
He looked like a silent statue. His facial features were so perfect that no flaws could be found. Even though his eyebrows were filled with tiredness and tiredness, he was still so beautiful that it was enchanting.
It had only been three months since she had last seen him, but she could see this face almost every day. In fact, many times in her dreams, she could even draw out his face in its entirety. However, even though she remembered this face so well, when she looked at it from such a close distance, she still lost her soul.
The picture seemed to have stopped. He slept peacefully, and she watched over him silently.
As time passed, the hangover medicine started to take effect. It eased the discomfort of the alcohol. His frown slowly relaxed, and his chiseled face looked even more serene.
Song Qingchun's eyes that stared at Su Zhinian became more and more focused. Even her eyes started to soften, and even her lips couldn't help but curve into a smile.
She couldn't help but reach out her hand and slowly touch his face.
Afraid that her touch might wake him up, her fingers were shaking violently. Just as they were about to touch his face, her fingers even stopped in their tracks.
She looked at him and swallowed hard, as though she was secretly giving herself a lot of encouragement. Then, her fingertips moved closer bit by bit, and then very lightly touched his cheek.
That faintly discernible touch brought about a strong electric current, causing her heart to skip a beat. Her fingertips trembled violently, and she retracted her fingers. After pausing for a long time, she touched him again.
His sleeping face was still very calm, so she became a little braver. Her fingertips slowly moved to his eyebrows and traced along the shape of his brows gently. Then, her fingers landed on his eyelashes, his tall and straight nose, his handsome eye sockets, the side of his face that had a smooth heartbeat, and finally on his beautiful thin lips …
His lips were incomparably soft and had a hint of warmth. Her fingers lingered on it for a long time, unwilling to move away.
After who knew how long, when the sky outside the window started to lighten, and his breathing became long and even, Song Qingchun finally turned her eyes away from him.
He must have sobered up by now, but he hadn't vomited yet. He definitely wouldn't vomit again. The sky outside the window was about to brighten. It was time for her to leave … He had told her to never appear in front of him again.
The scene from three months ago when she confessed to him appeared in her mind, and a barely discernible sadness surfaced at the bottom of her beautiful eyes.
In fact, she didn't want to leave at all. She really hoped that time would stop. She hoped that he could sleep peacefully like this for a long time. That way, she could, could quietly guard by his side, unscrupulously guarding him.
But that was ultimately her wish.
Song Qingchun's eyes started to mist up. She lowered her gaze and suppressed the sadness in her heart as she slowly stood up from the floor.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
