If Song Qingchun didn't know all that, when she saw Tang Nuan's death, she would only feel regret and regret. However, when she found out that the last thing Tang Nuan did before her death was to leave a clue for her, Song Qingchun's tears fell uncontrollably.
Ever since they were young, that woman had shed all pretense of cordiality with her. The two of them had always been at loggerheads with one another.
However, in the end, the person who helped her was this woman who once hated her to the core.
Some things, she did not understand at the time, but when the truth was laid before her eyes, she understood.
That morning, when Tang Nuan left, she smiled at her because she wanted to make up with her.
The year they were good friends, they had made a promise. If one day they fought and broke off their friendship, they would have nothing to do with each other. If one of them regretted it, they would take the initiative to smile at the other. As long as they smiled, the other party would forgive them, and they would continue to be good friends.
Therefore, that day, Tang Nuan wanted to go back to the way they used to be.
Song Qingchun did not expect that the woman who had chilled her heart would end up touching her so much.
Su Zhinian, who could read her thoughts, reached out to pull her into his embrace.
Song Qingchun leaned against his chest and cried like a child.
She cried for the pure and beautiful friendship that they shared when they were young.
She cried for the friend that she thought she had lost, but in the end, she still had a friend.
Ten years ago, she was her friend, and ten years later, she was still her friend.
Song Qingchun cried for a long time before she calmed down. She leaned against Su Zhinian's shoulder and did not get up from his embrace. As she sniffled, she said in a hoarse voice, "On the seventh day of Tang Nuan's death, shall we go visit her again?"
"Okay."
Song Qingchun leaned deeper into Su Zhinian's embrace. After a moment's silence, she said, "Su Zhinian, since it was Fang Rou who leaked the recording, do you think she's the one who's been harming me all this time?"
Song Qingchun was really just making a guess, but when she finished, she suddenly shivered and struggled out of Su Zhinian's embrace. "I remember now. Do you still remember when I was in Japan and my bag was robbed while I was drawing? I called home, and Fang Rou picked up. She asked me where I lived. "
"Also, on New Year's Eve, when I was pushed into the lake in Beihai Park, Fang Rou knew that I was in Beihai …"
If he hadn't counted, he wouldn't have known. Now that he did, he realized that there were so many coincidences.
One coincidence was a coincidence, two coincidences could also be called a coincidence, but three, four … many times? It was definitely man-made!
"Most importantly, after I found out about Song Cheng's suicide last year, the first thing I did was go to find Brother Yinan. At the time, my car was in trouble, and it was Fang Rou who lent me her car, but on the way there, the car broke down …"
"It was also from then on that I was frequently in danger …"
Su Zhinian, who had heard so much from her, immediately grasped the main point. "Fang Rou knows about Song Cheng's suicide?"
"Yes …" Before Song Qingchun could finish, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
It was as though her soul had been sucked out of her body. She was in a daze for a long time before her lips trembled and she spoke again, "… After she found out that my brother didn't commit suicide, I started to be in danger. My brother didn't commit suicide … So …"
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