Since the button was hanging from her neck, it was difficult to make a good comparison. Song Qingchun pulled the red string apart and gripped the button to place it alongside the buttons in the plastic bag.
Same color, same model, same size, same shape, even the lines on the buttons were the same.
Song Qingchun felt like someone had reached into her heart to grip it tightly until she could not breathe. Her facial expression froze as she stared dumbly at those buttons. Her pupils moved slightly before she teetered back two steps to fall against the wall behind her.
So… what Cheng Qingchong told me that night was true. When Brother Yinan and I were in mortal danger, the person who arrived to save us was him.
Him fainting and the gaping wound I saw on his stomach really were because of me!
