The next morning, Song Qingchun climbed out of bed before daybreak. After preparing Su Zhinian's breakfast, she left him a note and left the house in a hurry. As she got into the taxi that she'd called, the phone in her bag rang.
Song Qingchun took out her phone, and her face froze when she saw the screen. She let it ring for quite some time before finally answering it.
"Brother Yinan."
Qin Yinan, on the other end of the phone, was probably having breakfast because she could hear him mumble the word "Song" through a full mouth. After a short pause, she heard the sound of swallowing, and he started anew. "Song Song, I'm sorry."
Song Qingchun knew he was referring to the fact that he had stood her up on her birthday. Even though that was yesterday's news, being reminded of it still brought a dull pain to her heart.
