Su Zhinian continued like he did not hear Song Qingchun, a complete mimicry of what she did earlier. "…In fact, I'm a little bit touched."
Song Qingchun's mouth was open, but this time, even his name couldn't come out. The blood in her body froze.
"You are beautiful, clever, and come from a wonderful family. Overall, a very nice girl… but…" Su Zhinian paused as he stared at Song Qingchun as if weighing the sentence in his mind.
Even though he had said many beautiful things and did his best to praise her, Song Qingchun's tears started to fall because she knew what those words meant; they were consolation prizes.
Facing her tears, he was calm. He had probably thought about many different versions, but none worked, so he kept quiet. The silence lasted for almost five minutes. Su Zhinian lowered his gaze to avoid her tears before delivering the final punch.
"I'm sorry…"
