Chapter 234 If There Is No Obsession, How Can You Be Young? (4)

The whole world is surprisingly quiet, the curtains in the bedroom are not drawn, and the bright moonlight and bright stars can still be seen through the window.

Song Qingchun stared out the window for half a minute, then closed his eyes again. Before he could fall asleep, he heard a half-asleep and half-awake voice again: "Tingting! Tingting! Tingting!"

This time, he yelled three times in a row, each time louder than the first time, and his tone was more miserable than the first time, which made Song Qingchun's heart twitch.

As the last sound settled down, she also heard a piercing sound similar to the coffee table rubbing against the ground from outside the bedroom door.

Song Qingchun was completely awake, she suddenly sat up from the bed.

It turned out that the two "tingting" sounds she heard at first were not from her dream, but from Su Zhinian who was sleeping in the living room.

His voice sounded depressed, as if he had experienced some painful struggle...

Thinking of this, Song Qingchun suddenly threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed. Before she could even put on her shoes, she opened the bedroom door and rushed out with her bare feet. After running a few steps, she stopped.

In the living room, only a floor lamp in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was lit, illuminating a small patch of white.

Su Zhinian sat on the sofa, grasping the quilt with extra force, and the quilt was wrinkled up. He didn't seem to notice her coming out, and stared at the night scene outside the French window in front of him with a relaxed expression, his breathing was short and chaotic. .

His face was very pale, and on the side of his face facing her, there were still a few drops of sweat dripping down slowly, leaving a few clear water marks on his face.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian like this for a long time, then raised his foot again, his pace was not as fast as before, but very slow.

As she approached, Su Zhinian was startled, and the man slowly turned his head. His eyes touched her cheek, and there was a bit of panic, but it was soon covered by the cold, and he lightly Coughed, and said in a somewhat apologetic tone: "Did I wake you up?"

It wasn't a wake-up call, and she herself didn't fall asleep much.

Song Qingchun shook his head, and answered the wrong question: "Are you okay?"

Su Zhinian said "um" and turned his head. Although he tried his best to look calm, Song Qingchun still noticed that his back was tense.

She stood there for a while, then walked to the small water bar at the door, opened the refrigerator below, took a bottle of iced water, walked back to Su Zhinian, and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Su Zhinian spoke in a very light voice, with drooping eyelids, never looking at her, unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, took a gulp of water, then put the bottle on the tea table, got off the sofa, and walked into the bathroom .

Su Zhinian locked the bathroom door, lay down in front of the washbasin, stared at himself in the mirror, took several breaths, and his heaving chest slowly calmed down.

He was dreaming again, dreaming of her, walking straight forward with his back turned, he tried his best to chase her, but he couldn't catch up, he had no choice but to call her at the top of his voice, but even He broke his throat by shouting, but she never turned her head back.

He couldn't remember how many times it was, in the middle of the night, he woke up calling her name so heartbreakingly.

Every time he woke up, he felt as if he had suffered a serious illness, exhausted and weak.