the room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.
while she was waiting, song qincheng's emotions went through yet another minor fluctuation. after that, she no longer allowed herself to be so passive. her right hand was still pressed against her lower abdomen through the t-shirt. it was still flat, and she could not feel any signs of new life. she suddenly let out a sigh of relief and smiled faintly."i know."
after that, she turned around to get her bag.
he walked to the door, but there was still no movement behind him.
song qincheng turned around and saw yu tingchuan sitting alone on the sofa. he was wearing a navy blue suit and a white shirt. under the dim yellow light, he looked quiet and deep. her fingers tightened around her bag, and she realized once again that there were some distances that she couldn't close just by trying.
they were like two intersecting straight lines that gradually moved further and further away after crossing each other ...
