Just how much warmth had he given her without her knowing?
Song Qingchun's heart that was caught in a haze for the whole day started to beat with great speed. Her hands that were wrapped in one another started to shake uncontrollably. The emotions that she had been suppressing since she returned from Hai Nan exploded in that moment. Her brain was a mess. She did not have any intention of trying on the dress anymore. What she needed then was to find a quiet place to chill out alone…
Song Qingchun sprang up to her feet and pulled the dressing room door open. The salesgirl who was waiting outside immediately rushed over with a smile. "Miss, how is the dress fitting…"
However, when she saw the dress held in Song Qingchun's arms, she paused. "…What's wrong, miss? You don't like the dress?"
Song Qingchun shoved the dress into the girl's arms, and without saying a word, she brushed past the girl and staggered her way toward the entrance.
