Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
The next morning, Song Qingchun climbed out of bed before daybreak. After preparing Su Zhinian’s breakfast, she left him a note and left the house in a hurry. As she got into the taxi that she’d called, the phone in her bag rang.
Song Qingchun took out her phone, and her face froze when she saw the screen. She let it ring for quite some time before finally answering it.
Brother Yinan.
Qin Yinan, on the other end of the phone, was probably having breakfast because she could hear him mumble the word
Song
through a full mouth. After a short pause, she heard the sound of swallowing, and he started anew.
Song Song, I’m sorry.
Song Qingchun knew he was referring to the fact that he had stood her up on her birthday. Even though that was yesterday’s news, being reminded of it still brought a dull pain to her heart.
Song Song, I swear I did not do it on purpose. As I told you, something came up, I ran into an old friend and was delayed. I actually wanted to call you, but I lost my phone. It wasn’t until now that I manage to get a new phone and switch in the SIM card…
Qin Yinan paused and apologized sincerely,
Song Song, I am really sorry.
If one has truly loved someone, one would know how much the words
I’m sorry
hurt, as they often accompany one’s sadness and tears.
Song Qingchun really disliked hearing these two words from Qin Yinan’s mouth, but for these few years, they had pretty much been half of what he’d said to her.
Song Qingchun lowered her gaze and replied in a voice as calm as she could manage,
It’s fine, Brother Yinan…
Really, it’s fine? Don’t lie to me…
I’m not…
Of course, it was not fine, but really, what else could she say?
Afraid that Qin Yinan might catch the sadness in her voice, she switched the subject and fake-complained like a petulant child.
However, Brother Yinan, you still owe me a birthday present.
Of course, I have not forgotten that, I will replace the meal that I owe you as well.
Then, you’d better be ready because I will definitely slaughter you,
Song Qingchun joked, but the glow in her eyes dimmed considerably. This was how it was with them. She would have to pretend not to care about the injuries he had left on her heart while she verbally forgave him every time. This had been repeated so many times that she had a hard time telling whether she was that good at faking it or he was that obtuse to a woman’s feelings. Then again, perhaps he did understand a woman’s feelings. However, the woman he understood was not her but Tang Nuan.
The hand that grabbed her phone shook slightly, and after a short hesitation, Song Qingchun opened her lips to ask,
Brother Yinan, on my birthday, you said you ran into an old friend… Was that old friend Tang Nuan?
How did you know?
Qin Yinan gasped. Then, he remembered that Tang Nuan and Song Qingchun had been schoolmates. Before Song Qingchun could answer, he continued,
Tang Nuan told you? She sprained her ankle that day, and I had to ferry her to the hospital… The line at the hospital was so long that when we were done, it was already almost 5 pm…
Song Qingchun regretted her earlier question because she was really not interested in hearing the details of what happened to them on the day of her birthday. Thus, she interrupted Qin Yinan,
Brother Yinan… Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Over the phone, Song Qingchun could hear the sound of Qin Yinan picking up some beverage to drink.
