A single sentence gave life back to Su Zhinian's heart. His body quivered, and before he could react, a sourness prickled the back of his eyes. He immediately lowered his eyes to hide the water in his eyes.
Su Zhinian was facing away from the light, and his face was shrouded in shadows. Song Qingchun was unable to catch his expression. The only thing she could notice was how unkempt his clothes were. His shirt was rumpled, and his sleeves were unbuttoned. It added an air of weariness to his clean and cold presence.
With his eyes lowered, Su Zhinian's calm exterior belied a raging storm within. They had just had their first fight yesterday. Song Qingchun had made the first move at reconciliation, but Su Zhinian didn't reply, which caused the already awkward atmosphere to tense even more.