Su Zhinian stared at the document's cover for a long while before flinging it back on the table. He then stood up, paused for a second, before striding out of the study and toward his bedroom. Su Zhinian pushed open the door as gently as he could and stepped into the room.
Song Qingchun was deeply asleep in his bed. Probably due to the earlier cold, even though she was snuggled under the comfortable layers of his mattress, her lips still had a purple hue to them. The heater in the room was set on high. She even tossed part of the quilt open to disperse the heat.
Su Zhinian walked to the bedside to readjust the quilt, and then he stood there quietly studying her face. She had exquisite features, long brows and high nose, similar to how he remembered in his memory. Su Zhinian studied Song Qingchun for a long time before turning around to leave.
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The day after was Saturday, Auntie Sun's off day. Last night, Auntie Sun had returned to her own home.
