When a woman was at her most helpless, while the first person who came to mind might not be her most loved one, they would definitely be the most important person to her.
In Song Qingchun's case, Qin Yinan was her most loved one and the most important person in her life. That man dominated every part of her heart.
He, on the other hand, did not wish for her love or even affection; the only wish he had was that she would think about him when she was at her lowest. Even so, that smallest of wishes was an extravagant hope.
The matters of her heart would always be his pain.
At this moment, she needed to be heard, so no matter how much it pained him, he would assume the role of a listener faithfully. Su Zhinian did not say anything to disturb Song Qingchun; he even passed her the paper napkin wordlessly. Song Qingchun accepted it. "Thank you."
