"Indeed…" Qin Yinan mimicked Song Qingchun's tone to repeat this word before going silent.
Indeed… time flies.
So fast that you, who once loved me, have moved onto someone else and are going to be the happiest bride soon.
So fast that I've lost even the right to touch you on the top of your head like we used to.
Just like the song earlier, the little changes have wrought such deep damage. However, I could only pretend to not care, to be a gentleman, to try my best to be understanding and fair. The deeper the pain, the harder I have to hide it.
The atmosphere froze, such that even Song Qingchun, who didn't initially notice it, started to feel slightly weird.
Qin Yinan knew that if he allowed himself to be silent any longer, the covers that he had set in place would soon be exposed. He blinked and stood up straight to say, "It's chilly outside—come on, let's get back in."
