Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun stared at the phone display, and her breathing hastened. Her fingers moved up and down, down and up, after many such repetition, she still didn’t press that send button.
What if the confession fails and he says he doesn’t like me? Will we end up as less than even friends?
A world without him…
Song Qingchun’s heart squeezed with pain just thinking about this possibility.
But how would I know if I never try?
There was great fighting will in Song Qingchun’s mind. In end, she was so frustrated that she pulled on her hair angrily and tossed the phone on the bed.
…
With love comes concern.
Song Qingchun troubled herself over this for a long time, but in the end, she still did not send that confession. At 10 am, she grabbed her bag and left for the mall.
She spent four hours at the mall before she found the perfect present. When she was in line to pay for it, two young girls stood before her, excitedly chatting about something.
Song Qingchun initially did not pay them any attention until one of the girls said,
You’ve pursed him for six years already, congratulations, it’s finally paying off.
Then, her ears perked up, and she started to listen.
Yes, it’s been a long six years and three months. When I started to fall for him, he already had a girlfriend, a beautiful girl from the Chinese Language course. Initially, I just wanted to be his friend, only hoping to comfort myself by seeing him every day. However, one night, I accidentally confessed my love to him because I had a little too much to drink, but he rejected me…
It was supposed to be a sad memory, but when the girl told it, she was all smiles.
At the time, it truly felt like the world was ending because it became too awkward for us to be friends. Until we graduated from university, we barely spoke to each other, but I still loved him.
Perhaps, it was fate’s will all along, because after graduation, we both applied to the same company and became colleagues. I figured that, since we’re both consenting adults and he no longer had the girlfriend, I’d give it another shot. However, he still said that he preferred we be friends, but at least he didn’t just shut me down like before. Through constant interaction, our relationship gradually improved… and here we are, he proposed to me, and we’re getting married next week…
…
Song Qingchun carried Su Zhinian’s present, and as she returned to her car, her mind was filled with the story of the girl from the checkout line.
She had seen a fictional success story that morning, and she was already slightly convinced, but now, she had just heard an actual success story happening in real life.
She tried her best to give up on this relationship, this love that she had discovered a little bit too late, but it had grown to a point where she couldn’t just remove it from her heart. Since she could not make herself stop loving him, if she kept her love silent, it would continue to haunt her, causing her endless torture and trauma.
Furthermore, hasn’t he said that Tingting will never be with him?
Song Qingchun picked up her phone to stare at the three words in her unsent message box, and she started to struggle once more.
Confession is pain; rejection is pain. What shall I choose?
Song Qingchun, who could not make up her mind, suddenly took a faltered step. In a moment of weakness, her finger accidentally pressed the send button. The three words,
I love you
, had reached Su Zhinian’s phone before she even realized what had happened.
