Su Zhinian's diary had mentioned more than once that he would space out like this after returning from Hai Nan. When Song Qingchun saw this sentence, she had not paid it much mind. It was not until now, when she saw how soulless Su Zhinian, that she realized the depth of sorrow and loneliness that was behind that one simple sentence.
Song Qingchun's heart rocked with pain. She walked one step forward to stand beside the man. She moved her lips to shatter the silence on the balcony. "What are you looking at?"
Half a minute after she said that, Su Zhinian slowly turned his head toward her. When he saw her, a flash of surprise dyed his eyes. Am I hallucinating?
Su Zhinian's lips moved, and he whispered her name as if trying to find out whether she was real or not. "Qingchun?"
"Yes…" Song Qingchun turned around to smile at Su Zhinian then nodded empathetically. "…It's me."
