When Shi Qiuran saw this scene, her heart ached.
If not for her, Qian Qian would not have married a vegetable.
There would also be boys like Song Yan who would heal her and love her.
Lin Shiming was not the only type of man in the world.
"Auntie, I have something to say to Qian Qian. Can I take her away for a while?" Song Yan asked Shi Qiuran.
"Yes, of course." Shi Qiuran nodded.
Song Yan pulled Shi Qian out.
He found a café near the hospital.
"Qian Qian, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I lost you for so long. I didn't know you had suffered so much. I don't know how you survived all these years! I'm sorry." Song Yan held Shi Qian's hand, her eyes filled with heartache.
Shi Qian drew her hand back.
For some reason, she had a strange feeling.
She was not used to such intimate touches.
She and Song Yan had grown up. They were no longer children.
