Before Su Zhinian could respond, Song Menghwa interrupted her. "Why are you still calling him Su Zhinian? Qingchun, you should call him your older brother from now on."
Older brother… When these two words fell into Song Qingchun's ear, a trace of nervousness flashed across her eyes. She unconsciously lowered her gaze and gripped her purse. She held her breath silently for two seconds before she finally looked up at Su Zhinian. "Right, I've forgotten, I should call you older brother from now on…"
The brighter the smile on Song Qingchun's face, the deeper the wound in her heart. The curve of her smile rose awkwardly. As she looked at Su Zhinian, she opened her lips and said, "Brother…"
A simple term of endearment drastically pulled their distance apart. Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for a long time. The lack of expression on his face made it difficult for one to tell his thought. After some time, he responded with an emotionless nod.
