Chapter 911
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"The truck didn't even hit our car; it hit the guardrail. The truck driver was injured, so how did you end up with the same injury?
"Not just once. When Brother Yinan was injured by the flower pot, you had a wound on your head as well … Even though it has been a long time since then, and some things are still unclear to me, but your wound is almost identical to Brother Yinan's wound …"
"So, Su Zhinian …" Song Qingchun paused to hold her breath. She stared back at Su Zhinian seriously and asked, "How did you hear my voice from so far away?
"And how did you manage to appear and leave without me noticing when I was crying my heart out?"
"How could you suffer the exact same injury when others were injured?"
Following Song Qingchun's question, the study fell into an eerie silence.
Su Zhinian sat motionlessly on the sofa, staring back at Song Qingchun. He didn't say anything for a long time.
Song Qingchun didn't press him but looked back at him and waited patiently.
The scene seemed to freeze. After a long time, Su Zhinian blinked lightly and moved his body slowly. He looked around like he was looking for something.
Just as Song Qingchun was about to ask him what he was looking for, Su Zhinian suddenly narrowed his eyes. Song Qingchun, who was sitting across from him, closed her mouth, stood up slowly from the sofa, and walked toward the study table.
She stood in front of the desk, grabbed a pen and a stack of white paper, and returned to the sofa. She sat in her original seat, bent over, picked up the pen, and began to write on the paper.
"My name is Song Qingchun."
As the last word fell, Su Zhinian's narrowed eyes slowly opened. Song Qingchun blinked in confusion as she came back to her senses.
She had been staring at him intently, waiting for him to speak, but now there was a stack of white paper and a pen before her, and there was a sentence written on the paper. "My name is Song Qingchun." The handwriting was elegant, and it was her own handwriting.
Her memory seemed to be fragmented again …
Song Qingchun raised her head in confusion to look at Su Zhinian. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Su Zhinian, who was leaning against the sofa, suddenly sat up straight and reached out to cover her hand. The words that she was about to say were cut out by him. "Su … Su Zhinian, what's going on?"
Song Qingchun's eyes widened to their maximum. Her lips moved, and just like before, through their hands, Su Zhinian said what she was about to say. "How … how did you know I was going to say all this?"
Su Zhinian stared into Song Qingchun's eyes and pressed his lips together. He continued to read Song Qingchun's mind, and his voice was as calm as ever. "My God, did I hear you wrong? How did Su Zhinian know what I wanted to say? "
"How does Su Zhinian know everything I'm thinking?"
"What's going on? I'm not dreaming, am I? Am I hallucinating because I've watched too many Korean dramas? "
As Su Zhinian uttered one sentence after another, Song Qingchun was completely dumbfounded.
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