Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
It was 3 pm when Song Qingchun exited the coffee shop. The smiles of the people on the street were as bright as the sun.
Song Qingchun got into her car and looked into the sky. The rolling clouds and warm sunlight could make anyone feel better. Suddenly, she was not in a rush to get back to TW Station. She sat in her car and allowed herself to be carried along by the traffic.
Eventually, Song Qingchun parked her car beside the entrance to a park. She was about to get out to go for a walk when a young man in a white shirt ran toward a young woman dressed in a yellow sundress standing at the garden entrance, waving two pink, fluffy cotton candy sticks in his hands.
The girl’s smile was as sweet as sugar when she accepted the candy from the boy. She stood on her tiptoes to peck on the boy’s cheek before they held hands and walked into the garden together, each holding a cotton candy stick.
As they sauntered along, the couple held their cotton candy before each other’s faces for the other person to take a bite out of it.
The whole scene reminded Song Qingchun of how they used to be… In fact, the last time she’d seen him, he had incidentally purchased her two cotton candy sticks. However, unlike the boy, he had given her both of them.
Things had been going so well, so how did they become strangers literally 24 hours later?
Song Qingchun made some calculations in her mind and realized… it had been two months since she’d seen him.
She didn’t think Beijing was so big that two people who had practically spent their days in each other’s company wouldn’t have the chance to meet after separation.
Song Qingchun’s intention to rest disappeared without a trace. She sat in her car for a long time until the cart that sold the cotton candy slowly passed by her window. She rolled down her window and asked with a raw voice,
Hello, how much for one?
10 RMB.
This is such a coincidence… Even after two months, Song Qingchun could recognize this old man as the seller who they had run into that early morning. The irony of the situation was not lost on her; she could stumble across this cotton candy seller that she had nothing to do with but not him, never him…
Song Qingchun lowered her gaze and pulled out a fifty note from her wallet.
The seller passed her one cotton candy and was about to give her the change when she added as an afterthought,
Give me two.
Song Qingchun closed the car window and sat inside her car holding one cotton candy in each hand. She sat in that position for a long time. It was not until the sugar melted, flowed down the wooden stick, and came into contact with her hand that she regained her senses.
She lowered her head to take a bite out of the misshapen cotton candy. The sugar tasted sweet in her mouth but bitter in her heart.
It was then that she realized she was once more affected by Su Zhinian.
I need to snap out of it. It has been sixty days already, why do I keep thinking about him?
Song Qingchun stopped her train of thought and pushed the door open to drop the two cotton candy sticks into the nearby dustbin. She ran back into her car and pulled out some paper napkins to wipe her hands clean. She then started the engine and left.
She needed to find something to do, to occupy her mind, or she would be in a miserable state until she lay down for bed.
Suddenly, her phone, which had been left on the passenger seat, rang.
