Su Zhinian pushed his hand into his pocket, and an elegant and frigid presence radiated naturally from his body.
He did not force Song Qingchun and nodded before asking, "Why…"
He was clearer than anyone why she was there, but he still paused for a second before finishing the sentence. "…are you here?"
Su Zhinian's overtly indifferent reaction made Song Qingchun too afraid to even look him in the face. In fact, she had half a mind to just turn back and run. She wanted to leave, to give up on the question that she had spent a day waiting for an answer to.
Su Zhinian noticed Song Qingchun's lack of reaction and frowned. After half a minute, he prompted her. "Hmm?"
Hearing the prompt from Su Zhinian, Song Qingchun gripped the box in her hands, and after mustering one last bit of courage, she raised her eyes to meet Su Zhinian's gaze and slowly opened up her palm, asking, "Is this for me?"
