Chapter 452 Her Proactive Approach (2)

Song Qingchun walked up to Su Zhinian and handed him the water cup and pills: "Take it now, or you will have an even worse fever later."

Su Zhinian stood there, staring at Song Qingchun without any reaction.

Song Qingchun subconsciously thought that he didn't want to take the medicine, so he raised the water glass high and said in a soft tone: "You will get better quickly if you take the medicine."

Su Zhinian tried hard to restrain the urge to reach out and pick it up. The hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist with more force, and his neatly trimmed and short nails caused pain in his palm.

Seeing that Su Zhinian still didn't respond, Song Qingchun moved his eyebrows slightly and looked into Su Zhinian's eyes with some doubts. She stared back at him quietly for a while, and then she finally understood in her heart. Come over.

How could she forget that he and she were not the same after all. She had no choice but to send him back last night, and now that he woke up, it was time for her to leave...

A huge feeling of loss slowly pressed into her heart. Her eyes staring at Su Zhinian became a little erratic and uneasy. She was like a child who had made a mistake, and her dark pupils turned around in a panic. After a few rounds, he slowly lowered his eyes.

At the same time, the hands holding the medicine and water glasses slowly fell down.

An awkward silence fell in the room.

Neither of them spoke. They stood facing each other quietly for a while. Song Qingchun took a deep breath, suppressed the disappointment rolling in his heart, raised his eyes, and pulled his lips hard at Su Zhinian. Jiao, said: "Last night, you fainted, so I sent you back. There was no one here at night. I was afraid that you would have an accident alone, so, that's why I stayed..."

He has nothing to do with her anymore. Even if he does have an accident, what does it have to do with her?

The more Song Qingchun spoke, the more he felt that his explanation was too pale, and his voice became smaller and smaller. In the end, his voice disappeared directly.

"I know." Su Zhinian spoke calmly. After a moment, he said again: "Thank you for last night."

"It's okay, it should be." Song Qingchun reluctantly smiled and lowered his head.

Seeing that the room was about to fall into the awkward silence just now, Song Qingchun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly said: "Remember to take the medicine. The medicine in my hand is the amount you want to take..."

As Song Qingchun talked, he didn't know what was going on, but he felt sad in his heart.

She knew she should say goodbye next, put down the water glass and pills, and walk out of his room.

But she didn't know if she was worried about him having a low fever again, or if there were other reasons that she didn't know. In short, she found that she didn't want to leave.

She tried hard not to look so sad, kept her voice steady, and continued to say softly: "...If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

"Okay." Su Zhinian stared at the top of her head, and there was a flash of pain and struggle in his eyes. It only took a moment for him to calm down. He spoke lightly, just said one word, and then said nothing more. any words.

She said she was leaving, but he didn't say goodbye to her. Was it because he didn't need to see her again?

Song Qingchun felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, and his nose began to feel a little sore.