"Worst case scenario between Brother Yinan and me wouldn't be strangers, so I should gather my courage to confess… How about this weekend? Sigh, this weekend it is…"
Song Qingchun shivered from the cold. She hugged her shoulders and ran back into the bedroom. She accidentally used too much force when closing the balcony door, and it slammed close with a loud thump.
…
Back in the study, Su Zhinian's face as he studied his work document was peaceful as the surface of water, but his hand that gripped the pen was white with force. Finally, the pen snapped in two with a crack.
This was a familiar scene… Ever since Song Qingchun moved in with him, this had happened multiple times already. However, no matter how many times it happened, the pain in his heart never seemed to decrease in intensity.
