Chapter 312 I Don’t Need Your Debt (2)

Song Qingchun couldn't figure out what he was feeling sad about.

Wasn't it because she felt that Su Zhinian was a bit like the person she was looking for, so she asked him but was rejected?

Isn't it because he said that he was kind to her because he owed it to her?

Is she crying?

But she just felt very sad. When she returned to her bedroom and saw the shirt and the highway toll on the bed, she became even more sad. She lay on the bed and buried her head in the soft quilt. He could no longer hold back and started to cry softly.

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Su Zhinian kept Song Qingchun's leaving posture, leaning on the sofa, staring at the TV on the wall, without any reaction for a long time.

His ears were filled with her whimpers.

He didn't know when he grabbed the pillow's hand with such force that the joints and veins on the back of his hand protruded.

She began to pay attention to the person who protected her. Does this mean that her heart began to tilt toward that person?

But she didn't know that the person who protected her was the person she should least pay attention to in this world.

He had made one mistake after another and fell into an abyss, with no chance of recovery or choice.

But she was different. She was just beginning. She still had a chance to redeem herself. She didn't have to be like him and step into such a dark and endless road of no return.

Therefore, in order to dispel the suspicion and suspicion in her heart, he said such decisive words without any hesitation or hesitation.

No one knew how the blood in his heart flowed like a river when he seemed to be calm and spat out those cool words.

He was obviously full of affection for her, but he chose to show his indifference.

She was the person he hated to leave the most in the world, but he wanted to inflict the most cruel harm on her.

But does she know?

The hurt he gave her was his best protection for her.

The crying in the next room hadn't stopped yet. His heart was still contracting and hurting as she sobbed.

Her aggressive questions rang in his ears again.

-The person who has been texting me since five years ago, is that you?

-yes.

-The person who wiped my tears when I cried all these years, was it you?

-yes.

-The person who has been secretly protecting me all these days, is it you too?

-yes.

It's him.

But he couldn't let her know it was him.

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Song Qingchun didn't know how long she cried. By the end of her crying, her voice became hoarse and all her strength seemed to drain away with her tears.

She lay on the bed motionless, until night fell outside the window and the alarm bell rang to remind her that it was time to return to Su Zhinian's villa, and she slowly sat up from the bed.

She picked up the shirt and bill from the bed, walked into the bathroom, threw it into the trash can, then stood in front of the sink, stared at her red and swollen eyes for a while, and then turned on the faucet. The dry tear stains on his face were washed away.

When she was applying skin cream, she looked through the mirror and glanced at the corner of her shirt exposed in the trash can behind her. She paused, then put the bottle of skin cream on the glass shelf, turned around and faced the bathroom. She walked out the door, and within two steps, she stepped back, dug out the shirt and the charge sheet from the trash can, rolled them up, and stuffed them back under the bed.