"Why can't you love her?" That night was like a night of one million whys for Song Qingchun. Su Zhinian didn't reply; that was probably the first time he had chosen to answer her question with silence.
When he was posed the question, he was a picture of insouciance on the surface, and his hands gripped the armrest even tighter. If not for his superhuman self-control, he believed he would have made a fool of himself then.
Song Qingchun noticed Su Zhinian's reluctance to elaborate, so she pouted and reached out to grab the glass of wine that was placed faraway by Su Zhinian earlier. She warmed her throat with the alcohol and found another topic to lighten the mood; however, that topic was still related to Su Zhinian and Tingting. "Then you still love her even though you cannot love her?"
Even though the question sounded contradictory, Su Zhinian understood what Song Qingchun meant. Focus returned to his eyes, and he declared solemnly, "Yes."
