He had said the same thing twice before Song Qingchun realized what he was talking about. She looked at him with a blank gaze.
Breaking through the layers of caution and fear in her eyes were surprise and relief. Even though she tried her best to hide them, they were glaringly obvious in Su Zhinian's eyes.
As if unable to believe her ears, or perhaps unable to trust him, she asked cautiously after a short pause, "What?"
He had long since known that she did not like him and detested him touching her and that she would be naturally overjoyed when she heard him promise her that. He expected such a reaction, so he shouldn't have been sad, right?
Regardless, Su Zhinian still averted his eyes from her face to focus on the blurry light filtering out of the night lamp beside her bed. His expression was as airy as the fog in the early morning. After some time, with a flutter of his eyelashes, he opened his lips. "I said…"
