The room suddenly became overly quiet. Su Zhinian did not move from the door of the study, his arm was still raised, his hand persisted in holding Song Qingchun's chin that was no longer there.
He stood in that position for a long time before going back into his study. Then, like nothing had happened, he opened his computer.
His expression was the same throughout. His finger occasionally clicked on the mouse and he would also type long paragraphs on the keyboard. Suddenly, he stopped for some unknown reason to look outside the window. Then his gaze fell on the document that was left on the table in front of the sofa. He felt as if the document that he had been studying over the past few days was silently judging him.
He remembered Tang Nuo's question the other day. By the way, what is this? I notice you have been reading it for days already…
