234 What Is Youth Without Passion? 5 (2/2)

For the sake of insurance, Su Zhinian put the bottle away and returned to the sofa empty-handed. He sat down gracefully, leaned back, and closed his eyes wordlessly. He timed his breathing to try to calm his roiling emotions.

Why did he leave the glass at the bar?

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian and the half-filled, untouched glass of wine with confusion. Her gaze alternated between the two before she remembered the promise he had made her.

He'd said he would not touch another drop of alcohol again… So, this was him telling her he was a man of his words?

He needed the wine to wash away the pain from his dream? The amount of wine he poured wouldn't be able to make anyone drunk, so this gesture is purely for my sake? Just like how he volunteered to leave this hotel and then later sleep alone in the living room…?

The floor lamp's light fell on Su Zhinian's face, its harsh white light casting a fuzzy glow over his features.

Song Qingchun stared at him for a while before saying, ”Are you sleepy?”

Su Zhinian opened his eyes to look at her.

Song Qingchun added, ”I'm unable to fall asleep, probably because there's something bothering me. If you not feeling sleepy, do you mind if we talk?”

A trace of overwhelming surprise flashed through the bottom of Su Zhinian's eyes. After a pause, he replied calmly, ”Sure.”

Song Qingchun smiled, but instead of sitting down, she walked to the mini bar to grab the bottle of red wine Su Zhinian had opened and the half full wine glass. She also retrieved another empty wine glass and placed it all on the coffee table.