Su Zhinian had carried Song Qingchun for quite a long stretch of road already, but the breaths that left his lips were even. "No worry, this won't be the last time we're here. We'll reserve it for next time."
The smile on Song Qingchun, who was lying on Su Zhinian's back, suddenly froze. Next time? Yes, there are plenty of chances to come to Zhu Hai in the future, but as a date with you? This is probably the first and last time…
Song Qingchun felt her throat closing up. She lowered her head to hide the tears in her eyes. She answered with a light grunt, trying to keep the situation as light as possible.
Su Zhinian, who carried her on his back, could read her thoughts clearly. His stable gait slipped inconspicuously before he carried on walking. However, the talkative Song Qingchun became incredibly silent after that. She leaned on Su Zhinian's back with her eyes closed, thinking about the matters of her heart.
