She stared at the computer screen, her eyes unblinking, and she sat stiffly.

Her mind was so confused that she couldn't see her truest thoughts or how to make her choices.

The dark night, in her sitting-like posture like a sculpture, slowly flowed by, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office began to turn white and brighten, until finally, the sun rose from the east, illuminating the entire office half of the room, and the originally quiet world outside became lively, Tang Nuan blinked his eyelids lightly and pulled back his thoughts.

She let out a long breath, took her purse, got up and went downstairs, first went to the bank on the side, withdrew some cash, then went to the café downstairs of the company, bought two glasses of milk and two sandwiches, and turned back to the office.

Tang Nuan returned to his desk, put down his wallet, took an envelope from the drawer, put the cash he had taken out, then opened the bag, took the medicine bottle from it, took a few pills, and threw them into one of the milk cups.

Tang Nuan waited for all the medicine to melt before he carried the breakfast he bought and walked to Song Qingchun's office.

She admitted that Song Qingchun's help that day really touched her, especially her last move, if she hadn't given money to the taxi driver, maybe her child would have been gone.

If there was a new choice, she would never have gotten into that woman's car, but there is never a chance to choose in life, and many times, the arrow is off the string, and there is no chance to turn back.

She is a journalist, she knows the horror of public opinion, and she does not have the courage to bear the situation where what she has done is exposed.

What's more, she is pregnant, she is not a good person, but she wants to be a good mother, from the moment she knew that she was pregnant, she was full of love for the child in her womb, the day she was beaten, she desperately protected her child, and even she whispered for help to Song Qingchun, who had always wanted to be suppressed for the sake of her child, and now, she also chose to be a bad person for her child.

Tang Nuan stood quietly in front of Song Qingchun's office door for a long time, raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the door.

It was quiet inside, and no sound was heard.

Tang Nuan knocked on the door again, and heard the sound of a chair sliding inside, she waited for a few minutes, and without waiting for Song Qingchun's voice, she pushed the door open and walked in.

Song Qingchun nestled in the office chair, staring blankly at the sunlight outside the window, not knowing what to think, her face looked bad, she didn't react at all in the face of outsiders entering the office.

Tang Nuan stood at the door for a moment, closed the door gently, carried breakfast, and walked towards Song Qingchun.

She put the drugged glass of milk in front of Song Qingchun first.

Song Qingchun, who had remained motionless, lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, did not speak, did not expression, then turned his head again and looked at the sunlight outside the window.

Tang Nuan put one of the sandwiches in front of the milk cup, looked around Song Qingchun's office, pulled a chair over, sat down, and then pushed the envelope in his hand to her: "This is the money you gave to the taxi master that day." ”

Song Qingchun was like a statue, facing Tang Nuan's words, his eyes didn't move.

Tang Nuan was quiet for a moment, opened his cup of milk, took a sip, and then said, "Thank you." ”