Chapter 83
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Song Qingchun's fingers that held the phone were shaking from agitation. After a while, she lowered her head to reply to the message that she had sent to this number many times. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
Similar to before, the message was like a rock sinking into the ocean; there was no reply.
Song Qingchun stared at the phone for a long time. She knew the owner of this number would not reply to her message, but she still stubbornly sent another message. "Who are you?"
She had changed her phone many times in the past two years, but every time, she would transfer the message from this number to her new phone.
She was waiting for a reply with a glimmer of hope. She was getting bored, so she read through all the messages that this number had sent her over the past few years.
Counting them, there were only about twenty messages between the two of them, and most of them were from her asking who he was.
Every single one of his messages was simple, straightforward, and went straight to the point. It was as if he was afraid that if he said too much, others would find out who he was.
When she was still the princess of the Song family, her life had always been colorful and glamorous. She had always been surrounded by friends who praised her, real or fake.
At the time, it was not that she wasn't curious about this number, but it was only for a brief moment before she tossed it to the back of her mind.
But now, she only had a handful of friends left, and many of them had even asked her for help. However, when she went to them for help, they would avoid her as much as they could, wishing to be strangers who had nothing to do with her.
She had heard a lot of beautiful words before. But at this time, in the dead of night, she thought of the changes in the Song Family in the past few months. Looking at the boring text messages sent to her by this number, she was inexplicably moved in her heart.
Actually, in this world … when she was at her lowest point … she wasn't really abandoned.
She had never been a strong person. All this time, she had been living under the protection of Song Menghwa and Song Cheng, but reality had forced her to be strong.
She had once humbly stood outside Su Zhinian's company, waiting for him day after day. She had once endured the insults from Song Empire's investors. For Song Empire's sake, she had once traded herself like a commodity.
She looked like she didn't care, but she had always been very sad. Many times, when she couldn't sleep at night, she would feel very lonely.
However, this message, at this moment, made her feel warm.
This kind of warmth softened Song Qingchun's heart. She stared at her phone screen, which she had been waiting for for a long time. In the end, she sent another message. "Thank you."
No matter who you are, no matter what your motive is, I am very grateful. Thank you for letting me not despair when I was in my darkest hour.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"Who are you?"
"Thank you."
This was the first time … she actually replied three times when he sent her a text.
Su Zhinian stood before the bookshelf and stared at the three messages on his phone for a long time before he switched it off, placed it back into the drawer, and locked it.
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