Thinking of Song Qingchun here, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, and as the tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, she opened her mouth softly and asked, "Su Zhinian, actually, you like me, right?" ”

Her shallow and faint words, like a huge thunder, exploded in Su Zhinian's ears, shocking his eyes trembling slightly, and then he completely recovered from the fierce kiss just now.

There was still a wave of confusion in his quiet and deep dark eyes, but his reason had suppressed all the emotions tumbling in his body.

Instead of answering her question, he reached out and pulled her out of his arms.

His strength is light, but with a touch of courage that cannot be resisted.

Song Qingchun's heart suddenly became a little panicked, she instinctively landed the hand that stopped on his eyebrows on his shoulder, grabbed him fiercely, raised her head slightly, looked directly into his eyes, and answered his reaction: "It's all like this, do you still want to push me away?" ”

Su Zhinian pursed her lips, looked away, avoided her gaze, and landed her hand on the hand she placed on his shoulder.

Song Qingchun knew that he wanted to tear her hand away, she subconsciously increased the force of grabbing his shirt, and her soft tone suddenly became a little anxious: "Su Zhinian, you obviously like me, why do you have to pretend not to like me?" ”

"Are you worried about something? Or do you have something you can't help but suffer? The woman's intuition told Song Qingchun that her guess was true, and she was afraid that he would suddenly push her away, and she wouldn't even give her a chance to speak, so she continued without any stop: "You can tell me......"

Song Qingchun tried his best to restrain the tremor in his voice, and his eyes were full of expectation: "...... We can face it together. ”

Let's face ...... When these four words fell into Su Zhinian's ears, he suddenly stopped the action that he originally wanted to tear off Song Qingchun's hands.

Let's face ...... What a beautiful word...... He dreamed that one day, he could face it with her...... But if he can really face it with her, then why should he bear it silently all these years?

He was really moved and even a little moved because of her "facing together...... What's more, he really wanted to leave everything behind and take her to hell with him.

However, he who loves her so much, really can't be so selfish.

He would rather she hate him solidly than keep her in a good paradise.

Song Qingchun's eyes stared at him without blinking, she didn't know whether she was facing heaven or hell next, and her breathing gradually stopped.

His refusal to speak like this made her heart more and more anxious and uneasy, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore and called his name: "Su Zhinian? ”

With her voice, he slowly lowered his gaze to her face.

There was a tide of complex emotions tumbling in his deep eyes, and after a long while, it turned calm, and then he whispered her name: "Youth ......"

"You're right, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the person who saved you in Beihai Park was me."