“…… Do you know? I was sad and scared at the bottom of my heart...... I miss my brother, I miss Song Cheng......" Song Qingchun said as she spoke, tears fell again, she covered her chest, and said with a painful face: "...... I want him to live, I'm tired...... I want to avenge him, I want to know who killed him...... But I don't know what to do......"

In the end, Song Qingchun couldn't cry, she desperately poured the remaining wine in the cup into her mouth, she felt like it was not enough after drinking, she picked up the wine bottle again, and began to pour the wine, she poured it while crying, she just finished pouring the wine and wanted to continue drinking, but Su Zhinian stretched out her hand, held her soft wrist, stopped her movement, and then took the wine glass and bottle in her hand and put it away: "Don't drink it, if you drink too much, it will be more uncomfortable." ”

"But I'm sad now......"

Before Song Qingchun's words were finished, Su Zhinian suddenly grabbed her wrist and stood up, his strength dragged her up, and before she could calm down, she was taken into his arms.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, she could only hear his very faint tone coming from above her head, revealing a hint of distress: "Cry, crying will be better." ”

His very simple words made Song Qingchun's tears gush out again.

He felt the wetness in his chest, his lips pursed hard, but he didn't speak, but he hugged her tighter silently, his chest was warm and firm, giving her a very down-to-earth feeling, so that she couldn't help but let go of all her strength and defense, no longer like just now, even if she cried, she cried very reservedly, she was like a helpless child, crying in his arms.

The atmosphere in the room was peaceful, and there was no sound except for her crying.

The night scene outside the window is quiet and beautiful, and the only lit floor lamp is pale and white.

He hugged her, stood very quietly, so clean that he let her tears and snot rub on his nightgown, his hand touched her long hair rhythmically, giving her the most silent and delicate comfort.

He has the skill of mind reading, and he can clearly feel that her emotions have eased from the most agitated little by little, until she has vented all her negative emotions, he slowly pulled her out of his arms, and then raised his hands to wipe away the tears from her face with love and care.

Although her tears were not as urgent as they had just fallen, they still spilled out from time to time, and he was very patient, and every time they fell, he helped her wipe them off, and he didn't let go of her until she finally calmed down completely.

He walked over to the bar, poured her a glass of warm water, brought it over, and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Because she cried too thoroughly and presumptuously, her voice was a little hoarse, and even if she stopped crying, she hiccuped from time to time.

He waited for her to take two sips of warm water before asking, "Are you better?" ”

"It's much better......" Song Qingchun's throat was still a little blocked, and the words she said were like catching a cold, and she was halfway through when her words suddenly stopped.

She felt that the scene just now was somewhat familiar, as if she had experienced it somewhere......

Song Qingchun held the water cup, frowned and thought for a while, before remembering that over the years, there have been several times when a sad person hid and cried, there would always be inexplicable fragments.