Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun walked to Su Zhinian and handed him the glass of water and medicine, adding,
Better take them now lest your fever returns later.
Su Zhinian stood where he was and stared directly at Song Qingchun, giving zero reaction.
Song Qingchun thought this was because he didn’t like bitter medicine, so she opened her lips and uttered in a supplicating tone like one might use with an unruly child,
You’ll feel better if you take it…
Su Zhinian suppressed his urge to reach out. His hands gripped tightly until his perfectly manicured nails poked into the ball of his palm.
Song Qingchun frowned, noticing Su Zhinian’s lack of response. She met his gaze with some confusion, and after holding his gaze silently for a few seconds, the message that he didn’t say slowly registered in her heart.
How could she have forgotten the abyss that should have been between them. He had been indisposed when she carried him home the previous night, but now that he was himself again, it was time for her to leave.
A great sense of disappointment pressed down on her heart. Her eyes that stared at Su Zhinian started to waver. Like a thief caught red-handed, her dark pupils started to dart nervously before she eventually lowered her head.
Similarly, her hands that held the glass of water and medicine also fell weakly to her side. The room fell into an awkward silence.
Neither party spoke for a long time. Song Qingchun took a deep breath to counter the disappointment rising in her heart. She raised her lips and flashed a forced smile at Su Zhinian, explaining,
I had to carry you home because you fainted yesterday night. You were all alone at home, and I was worried you would need help in the middle of the night so, so I stayed.
Then again, he has mentioned repeatedly that there is no longer any relationship between us, so why should I care if an accident did happen to him?
The more Song Qingchun explained, the more beaten she felt. She elaborated until her voice couldn’t be heard anymore.
I understand,
Su Zhinian said clearly and after a moment, added,
Thank you for your help.
No need, anyone else would do the same.
Song Qingchun smiled forcibly before lowering her head again.
Sensing the tension that had started to rise in the room, Song Qingchun swallowed deeply and added in a rush,
Remember to take your medicine, the amount in my palm is the amount Doctor Xia recommended.
For some reason, Song Qingchun felt a burgeoning sadness in her heart. She knew it was time to bide her farewell, place the glass of water on the table, and leave. However, perhaps she still worried about his fever or for some other reason that she couldn’t explain, but she found herself unwilling to leave.
She tried her best to make herself not look so sad and maintained the levity in her voice as she said,
If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.
Okay.
Su Zhinian stared at the top of her head, and sadness flashed across his eyes. However, it disappeared as fast as it appeared. He said that one simple word and nothing else.
Song Qingchun noticed his reticence and assumed that was because he couldn’t wait for her to leave.
Song Qingchun felt the pain in her heart growing, and her nose started to twitch, foreshadowing the coming tears and sniffles.
