Perfumed by love, even the air around them smelled sweet. Sniffing the faded sweetness that radiated off Su Zhinian's body, Song Qingchun felt like she was flying up into the heavens, her body as light as floating cloud.
Until now, I realize money, standing, reputation, all that is completely unimportant compared to staying beside you. Song Qingchun rubbed her face lightly on Su Zhinian's chest. This familiar and warm feeling made her feel good.
Her lips curved involuntarily into a smile. However, before the smile reached her eyes, her eyelids suddenly flipped open, and her expression froze. Moments later, she removed her head from his chest to stare at the bandage on his head, and her brows furrowed.
She was certain that Su Zhinian didn't experience any accident that might explain the head injury. In fact, she had even convinced herself that she had imagined it due to shock. However, now, two days and two nights later, the injury on his head was still there. She couldn't lie to herself and say it was an illusion anymore. So why would Su Zhinian experience the same injury as the truck driver?
Since Su Zhinian and the truck driver were rushed to the same hospital in the same ambulance, she had the chance to take a close look at the driver's injury. It mirrored Su Zhinian's injury perfectly. Over the past two days, this question had been troubling her. She had come up with many explanations, but none of them made any sense.With the frown, Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian's sleeping face. After a long contemplation, Song Qingchun extricated herself softly from his embrace. She ventured into the bathroom to clean herself up before wandering downstairs to prepare lunch. The question did not leave her mind for even a minute.
Just as Song Qingchun dropped all the ingredients of the soup into the pot, she suddenly stopped moving, as if frozen. She stared at the fan in the kitchen for long time before something clicked inside her. An old habit of hers appeared—she bit on her fingernails to think about stuff.
When Qin Yinan saved me at Beijing Hotel and suffered an injury to his head, Su Zhinian also suffered from the same injury… That night, I came home late. Afraid that he might scold me from my transgression, I snuck into the house, but the first thing I saw was Su Zhinian lying unconscious on the couch… In fact, I remember thinking at the time, when I was applying the medicine, why did he suffer the same injury as Brother Yinan?
Also…Cheng Qingchong told me that Su Zhinian had suffered a knife wound to his stomach to save me; he almost died from that attack. I have personally seen that stomach wound. It was scary and startling, and now thinking back, the driver of the trio that kidnapped me died from a similar wound to his stomach…
Not only that…
Song Qingchun closed her eyes to calm herself down before she allowed her thoughts to wander any further. It's already confirmed that Su Zhinian is the person behind the mysterious number… I've always suspected that there was a person who was there to accompany me to help brush away my tears when I was at my saddest, but there would always be a short-term memory loss like there was a missing link…
Song Qingchun bit on her lips. She slammed the cover on the pot, switched on the fire, and dashed back upstairs.