C115 (1/2)

Late at night, the silence was terrifying.

Boxes of varying sizes filled up the area around Song Qiting, and it was obvious that every single gift was meticulously prepared by Song Qiting.

His gaze was fixated on the letter in his hand that was as light as a cicada's wing. Her beautiful handwriting was piercing, she wrote.

”Song Qiting, this is our first year of marriage, I know you still can't accept me, but it doesn't matter. I believe that one day I will make you change your attitude towards me.

It was about two pages long, and she said, Qi Ting, I made a ceramic cup myself today. Do you like it? I also carved your name. I wanted to personally give it to you, but it's already past midnight. Why haven't you come back yet? I know you still hate me...

Song Qiting did not know what kind of thought it was that he used to finish reading this letter, but right beside him was a porcelain cup that had Song Qiting's name engraved on it. The workmanship of the cup was not that meticulous, but looking at it would make one extremely attentive.

Song Qiting placed the cup tightly on his chest. His cold face had faint fluctuations in his eyes.

It was only five letters, but it went from the joy of Tang Zhen having a secret crush on her, to the pain of finding out that the person he loved was his close friend, and it also went from the anticipation and confidence when she married Song Qiting, to her despair after being tortured repeatedly by Song Qiting.

However, between the lines of her words, she was still as tenacious as ever, even to the point of death, she was unwilling to give up.

Then Tang Zhen, why were you willing to let go after this?

Song Qiting held the letter tightly in his heart, as if he was holding it in his arms.

It turned out that the person Tang Zhen had always loved was him, why was he so stupid? It was only now that he finally realized.

Song Qiting laughed at himself in his heart. He thought that he was very powerful, and was able to see through everyone's thoughts, but he could not see clearly into the heart of the woman who loved him the most.

He leaned against the cabinet and looked out of the window with his cold eyes, until the sky outside slowly brightened.

”I'm sorry.”

Song Qiting muttered to himself. In just a single night, it was as if all of his hostility had been sucked out of him.

Sorry, this sentence contained a lot of guilt and helplessness.

I'm sorry, I know how we feel, but I don't have the courage to approach you again.

Tang Zhen, if I miss you, it is the heavens that punished me for my evil deeds. I accept, I am only willing to live a happier life without me.

Song Qiting stood up powerlessly. He had actually carefully stowed the letters away, but when he held the watch in his hand, Song Qiting's hand suddenly hesitated.

He looked at this watch, and realized that it was the cheapest watch he had, but Tang Zhen had saved up half a year's worth of wages for him to pick that one.

Suddenly, a bitter smile crept up his face. Finally, he took off the watch on his wrist and put the cheap watch on his wrist.

He did not dare to stay any longer. He turned around and left, his heart aching to the extreme. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would do something that even he could not endure.

”Young Master.”

uncle chen stood respectfully at the door as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Indeed, when Song Qiting came back yesterday, he saw Song Qiting directly going to Tang Zhen's room and hadn't been out since. He shook his head helplessly in his heart as he had watched Song Qiting grow up and knew that he never liked to tell anyone about his thoughts.