97 Her Concern 7 (2/2)

At the time, he felt immensely dumb. Who else could have made her cry with such anguish other than the man by the name of Qin Yinan?

He should be angry at him or at her, but as the sound of her crying drifted into his ears through the partition of the door, he only felt a dull pain forming at the bottom of his heart.

She did not cry for long, but for him, it lasted as long as a century.

Many times, he almost lost control of himself and wanted to rush in to give her a hug, to console her, but he reminded himself of his role and lack of qualification. He could only stand there quietly and listen to her crying as the strength of his entire body congregated at his fists.

Su Zhinian pulled the metallic tip of the pen out from his palm and the blood gushed out even more. He grabbed at the nearby napkin and pressed down hard on the wound to stem the blood flow. He could feel the pain course through every vein of his body, but that was incomparable to the pain he felt at the bottom of his heart.

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After finishing making dinner, Song Qingchun knocked on Su Zhinian's bedroom door and said, ”Mr. Su, the dinner is ready.”

After some time, Su Zhinian's levelled voice came from within. ”Bring it upstairs.”

Song Qingchun replied with a simple ”oh” before returning downstairs to get a tray and taking the dinner up.

The lights in Su Zhinian's bedroom were not on, and the first thing Song Qingchun did as she stepped in was to reach for the light switch. Before she could do so, Su Zhinian's cold voice seemed to appear from a dark corner of the room. ”Keep the lights off.”

Song Qingchun retracted her arm and utilized the weak light that streamed in from the corridor to search for his table and placed the dinner on it.