Song Qingchun's crying did not show any sign of slowing down, and her knuckles, which were pressed against the table, were startlingly white.
"It's so rare that we can meet the right person;
"It takes the good fortune accumulated over a few lifetimes to be able to reach an ending together.
"It's rare that we fell in love with the right person,
"Even if that person is not the one who walks to the end with us.
"At the same time, I would like to wish him to be braver in his future love."
…
As he exited the restaurant, the balmy wind of a summer night touched his face. Su Zhinian stood at the door, listening to Song Qingchun cry, with his hands in his pockets before he pulled out a phone to make a call. After he hung up, he looked up into the sky before raising his feet to walk down the stairs and move to his car with a measured expression on his face.
