Song Qingchun lowered her head to avoid Su Zhinian's gaze as she gripped the chopsticks in her hand tightly. Before she could force the words out of her mouth, there was already a prickly sensation around her eyes, and her throat closed slightly. She took a deep breath and said, "Su Zhinian, I don't need your charity."
The joy at the bottom of Su Zhinian's eyes started to disperse. He looked at her silently.
"Su Zhinian…" She called his name again as she looked up, and her lips curved into a self-deprecating smile. About ten seconds later, she swallowed again, silently yet forcefully, as if trying to push down the sadness that had collected at her throat. She made herself sound as bright as possible when she continued speaking. "If you are giving up this wonderful opportunity to fulfil your lifelong dream simply because you feel indebted to me because you took my virginity so many years ago, I wish to inform you sincerely that there is no need for that."
