Chapter 610
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About ten seconds later, the sound of writing came through the earpiece again.
So, Su Zhinian's passionate confession was written under the influence of her constant harassment …
But why would he write it?
He clearly doesn't like me … Is he afraid of my drunken crying? Even in a sober state, he indulged her so shamelessly, accompanying her in her drunken madness, sober madness.
While Song Qingchun was stunned, through the earpiece, she heard Su Zhinian, who had been silent during the writing process, repeat the words that she had asked him to write. "Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun."
He read these words very slowly, as if he was going to read the next word after he finished writing one.
The bathroom was quiet. Other than his low voice and the sound of the lipstick tapping on the wall, there was no other sound.
Song Qingchun knew deep down that Su Zhinian's words were not meant for her ears.
However, as she stood in front of the sink and listened to the fragmented sounds coming from the recording, her heart instantly became warm, swollen, and brimming.
Song Qingchun had no idea whether it was her hearing or not, but she felt like Su Zhinian's tone had softened after he finished writing the words. "Is that enough?"
"Not enough, not enough, not enough!" She repeated it three times in her drunken state. Then, like before, she dragged out the words with a long "hmm" before adding, "I need you to write one more sentence: Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most."
"Okay." This time, Su Zhinian's answer was quick. Without hesitation, he started to write on the wall. Similar to before, he repeated the words that he was writing.
Just as he finished, she added, "Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most!"
He replied with a light "hmm" before the sound of the lipstick tapping on the wall could be heard again. This time, he was silent. When he finished, probably because the lipstick had been used up, Song Qingchun could hear the sound of things being tossed into the trashcan. Then, she mumbled in her drunken state, "Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most … Wait, why is there an extra word? Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most … Su Zhinian, you liar, you didn't write Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most, you liar! "
She started to cry again like she had been wronged. He sighed helplessly and pulled her into his arms. With his finger pointing at the wall, he read to her carefully, word by word. "I misheard. I wrote, 'Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most in his life.'"
"Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most in his life …" She matched the words on the wall with his words and laughed through her tears. "It's true, you're not lying … It's really Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most in his life …"
"Hmm, I'm not lying …"
"Stop it, why do you have to rub my hair?"
"… It's really … Su Zhinian loves Song Qingchun the most in his life …"
It was not a confession, but Song Qingchun could feel the depth of love in his voice through the earpiece.
Perhaps it was the recording or she was imagining things, but Su Zhinian's tone was so serious that it sounded like he was making a solemn promise.
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