บท 732: Qingchun, I Love You (7)

Su Zhinian did not hurry to sit down but walked into the dining room to pour a glass of warm water for Song Qingchun. When Su Zhinian placed the glass down on the table before Song Qingchun, it created a clear ringing sound. This caused Song Qingchun's fingers that were massaging her temples to stop. Two seconds later, she sat up straight and peeled her eyes open.

Su Zhinian sat down across from her. Despite the signs of lethargy on his face, he looked as gracious and handsome as usual. It had been ten days since Song Qingchun found out about the truth.

Even though ten days was not a lot, it was not short either. Furthermore, time had miraculous powers when it came to healing; it was perhaps enough for one to come to terms with an impossible truth.