311 I Donst Need Your Charity 2 (2/2)

”Are you the person who has been sending me these messages for the last five years?”

Yes.

”Are you the person who has been wiping away my tears whenever I cried?”

Yes.

”Are you the person who has been secretly protecting me for these past few days?”

Yes.

Yes, I am all those things, but I can never let you know that fact.

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Song Qingchun didn't know how long she had cried, but she realized she had cried until her throat was sore, and her whole body was drained.

She lay in her bed, too tired to even move a muscle. It was not until the sun set and the moon rose that she slowly picked herself up from the bed.

She picked up the bloodied shirt and toll receipt and dropped them into the trashcan inside the bathroom. Then she stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at her red-rimmed eyes. She opened the faucet to wash the dried tear stains on her face away.

When she was applying the face-cream on her face, her eyes caught the edge of the shirt that was peeking out from the top of the trashcan. Her movement stopped before she slammed the tube of face-cream back onto the counter surface and dashed out of the bathroom. She merely took two steps before she went back into the bathroom to dig the shirt and receipt out of the trashcan, rolled them up, and shoved them back under her bed again.