Song Qingchun stared at the phone display, and her breathing hastened. Her fingers moved up and down, down and up, after many such repetition, she still didn't press that send button.
What if the confession fails and he says he doesn't like me? Will we end up as less than even friends?
A world without him…
Song Qingchun's heart squeezed with pain just thinking about this possibility.
But how would I know if I never try?
There was great fighting will in Song Qingchun's mind. In end, she was so frustrated that she pulled on her hair angrily and tossed the phone on the bed.
…
With love comes concern.
Song Qingchun troubled herself over this for a long time, but in the end, she still did not send that confession. At 10 am, she grabbed her bag and left for the mall.
