"Or are you saying all of this because you want to renege on that promise?"
Su Zhinian's grip on his coat tightened as his lips stretched into a thin line. A flash of anxiety crossed the bottom of his eyes.
He desperately wished for his ability to hear from miles away to stop working; he knew it had always been his choice to stop listening, but he couldn't stop himself. Even though he understood it was no different from self-torture, he increased his focus on the conversation between Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan. In fact, he concentrated so much on them that it felt like he was just standing beside them, listening in; he could even pick up their tone between the lines.
"Nonsense, why wouldn't I continue to be your Brother Yinan?"
"Brother Yinan, I will definitely hold you to your promise!"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
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