Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
The truck didn’t even touch your car. He rammed into the rails. The truck driver was hurt, but why did you suffer the same injury as him?
Not only that, when Brother Yinan was injured by the falling vase, you also suffered from the same wound… Even though I’m a little bit fuzzy about the details since it was so long ago, I’m certain your wound was similar to Brother Yinan’s…
So, Su Zhinian…
Song Qingchun paused to hold her breath. She looked at Su Zhinian seriously and asked carefully, putting emphasis into every syllable,
How did you hear me from so far away?
How did you appear and disappear so silently without me noticing whenever I was at my saddest?
Why do you suffer the same injuries as other people?
Song Qingchun’s questions were followed by a long silence. Su Zhinian sat quietly at the sofa as he stared at Song Qingchun. He didn’t answer for a long time. Song Qingchun didn’t urge him to answer. She stared back at him, waiting patiently.
Time seemed to stand still. After a long time, Su Zhinian blinked silently, like a picture coming alive. He looked around the room like he was looking for something. Just as Song Qingchun was about to ask what he was doing, Su Zhinian suddenly narrowed his eyes. The girl before him, who was about to speak, closed her lips, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards his desk.
She stood before the desk and retrieved a pen and a stack of white paper before returning to her seat. She stood at where she was, bent over, and used the pen to write something on the paper.
My name is Song Qingchun.
As the last word ended with a flourish, Su Zhinian opened his narrowed eyes, and Song Qingchun blinked into consciousness. She remembered staring at him, waiting for him to speak, so how did she end up standing there, with a stack of paper before her and holding a pen in her hand? There was even a sentence on the paper written in her handwriting.
Her memory seemed to have vanished once more…
Song Qingchun raised her head confusedly to look at Su Zhinian. Before she could voice her question, Su Zhinian suddenly stood up to hold her hand. He then uttered the question that was on her mind.
Su… Su Zhinian, what just happened?
Song Qingchun’s eyes widened fully. Her lips moved, and just like seconds ago, the words that hadn’t left her lips appeared from Su Zhinian’s mouth.
How… how did you know what I was about to say?
Su Zhinian stared closely at Song Qingchun, and his lips twitched. He continued to read her thoughts, and the words that left his lips were as calm as ever.
Oh my God, am I hallucinating? Why would Su Zhinian know what I want to say?
How does Su Zhinian know everything that crossed my mind?
What is going on? Am I dreaming? Or am I hallucinating from watching too many Korean dramas?
As the last sentence fell from Su Zhinian’s lips, Song Qingchun became completely bewildered and stunned.
