Chapter 852
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Song Qingchun was still unfazed like she had fallen into another world and was unable to pull herself out.
Tang Nuan put down the glass of milk, lowered her head, and pressed her lips together before adding, "You've been working the whole night, so you must be tired. Come, have something to eat."
Song Qingchun's eyes finally flickered. After about ten seconds, her eyes slowly moved to Tang Nuan's face. "You were at the company last night?"
"Yes." Tang Nuan couldn't remember how long it had been since she and Song Qingchun had such a peaceful conversation. Even she was not used to this kind of conversation, so she stuttered. "I haven't finished organizing the documents for next Monday, so I came over."
"Oh." Song Qingchun turned around to look out the window. It was unclear whether she was talking to Tang Nuan or herself. "You have to be careful not to overwork yourself when you have a child."
Tang Nuan, who was about to bring the glass of milk to her lips, suddenly trembled. The warm liquid landed on her fingertips, and it burned her skin until it felt like it was prickling.
Is she worried about my child?
Tang Nuan raised her eyes to look at Song Qingchun's profile.
She was not wearing makeup. Her skin was fair, and there was a small mole on the tip of her nose.
Time seemed to have reversed. Tang Nuan felt like she had returned to her high school days. She and Song Qingchun were deskmates. During class, Song Qingchun liked to stare out the window, and Tang Nuan would occasionally turn to look at her.
At the time, Song Qingchun was young and beautiful. Song Qingchun, as a girl, would always stare at her, thinking how nice it would be if she had a face like Song Qingchun's.
At the time, her favorite thing was the mole on the tip of Song Qingchun's nose. At the time, Song Qingchun was her best friend, and Song Qingchun often cared about her.
"Tang Nuan, you're on your period, so don't eat anything cold."
"Tang Nuan, this diary is so pretty. I bought one for you."
"Tang Nuan …"
At the time, Song Qingchun probably treated her sincerely as a friend, but at the time, Tang Nuan seemed to have an ulterior motive for getting close to her.
Was it because she was about to kill her that she would remember all those things that she thought she had forgotten?
Tang Nuan closed her eyes to adjust her emotions. Then, she slowly opened them. Just as she was about to tell Song Qingchun to eat the milk and sandwich while it was still hot, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the medicine bottle beside Song Qingchun's computer.
She was very familiar with that bottle of medicine. She had been taking it for the past few days. It was folic acid and calcium tablets …
Why is Song Qingchun eating as well? Tang Nuan frowned as she realized there were many pieces of white paper on Song Qingchun's desk, and they were filled with words.
"I'm sorry, baby", "Little Sesame", "Su Zhinian", "Baby, mommy really can't do it" …
Little Sesame, Su Zhinian, baby, mother … These terms overwhelmed Tang Nuan's mind. She took a long time to process them before she looked at Song Qingchun's profile and asked, "You're … pregnant?"
Then, her gaze fell on Song Qingchun's stomach. Just like her own, it was completely flat.
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