Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
In fact, at that moment, she herself started to wonder if the 100 days she spent with him was just a dream she made up.
This very day last year, at this very door,
The pretty face outshone the peach blossom.
I don’t know where the beauty went;
The peach flowers still smile in spring breeze. 1
The Su Zhinian she knew had already disappeared. Song Qingchun clenched her fists tightly to stop herself from losing her composure.
She took a deep breath to calm the raging emotions in her heart. She then turned around to smile at Cheng Qingchong with much difficulty. However, the serenity in her voice surprised even herself.
I’m fine, and the car’s fine too, so I really don’t need any compensation.
Do you need me to accompany you to the clinic?
Cheng Qingchong asked in a polite voice.
This time, Song Qingchun replied instantly. Almost the second Cheng Qingchong finished her question, she shook her head violently.
No need.
Cheng Qingchong noted the vehemence in Song Qingchun’s rejection. Her lips moved, but she didn’t force Song Qingchun to accept the check. Instead, she turned around for the third time and walked back to the car window.
There were many cars on the road at 10 pm in Beijing. Vehicles flew past them, headlights glaring all the way. The rain had started to fall in earnest. Since Song Qingchun didn’t have an umbrella, her clothes started to get soaked.
A breeze caressed her thighs, which were exposed, causing her whole body to shiver involuntarily.
This time, Su Zhinian had a long conversation with Cheng Qingchong. When Cheng Qingchong straightened up to walk toward her, through the windshield, Song Qingchun saw Su Zhinian pulled his gaze back from the window, and for that one moment, it fell on her. However, he quickly moved it away as if she was something not worth his attention.
Due to the lack of light, Song Qingchun couldn’t see the expression on his face clearly, but she could sense his intention to draw as big a distance between them as possible.
Cheng Qingchong once more returned to stand before Song Qingchun, and she said,
Miss Song, I’ll leave this name card with you, please free to contact me when you take your car to the mechanic; I’ll pay for it through CEO Su’s insurance.
[This is possibly Su Zhinian’s last kindness.
Cheng Qingchong didn’t wait for Song Qingchun’s approval this time and slotted her name card right under her car’s windshield wiper. Then, she smiled politely at Song Qingchun and said her goodbye.
Miss Song, if there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving.
Cheng Qingchong stood waiting for Song Qingchun to respond for about half a minute. When she didn’t, Cheng Qingchong flashed her another professional smile and said goodbye again before turning to leave.
As the door slammed shut, Su Zhinian’s driver started the car. The flashing headlights dazed the already baffled Song Qingchun. When she came to, Su Zhinian’s car was already by her side.
The radio in her car was still on. Perhaps the radio station had done a mistake or fate was playing its cruel joke because the song she had been listening to earlier was still playing.
I said I fear most the breeze before the rain; you said it’s the same for you too. We both laugh while looking at the sky, and talked and talked until we both were crying.
Her car had blocked the lane they were in, so his car needed to swerve into the next lane to go past her. Due to the heavy traffic, his car was moving slowly since his driver was looking for a hard-to-come-by opening in the next lane.
Through the backseat window, she managed to catch a clearer glimpse of his frosty face.
It seems that we’ve both been loved by someone before. Those dreams that were perfect to the point of not needing to be remedied, the many similar kinds of tenderness, there were also different kinds of sadness…
