Chapter 238: What Is Youth Without Passion? (9)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
"Do you know? I was really afraid, sad and alone . I miss my big brother; I miss Song Cheng . "
The tears started to fall again as Song Qingchun clutched her chest and said in a tone laced with pain, "I wish he was still alive . I'm really tired . I wish to avenge him, and I wish to know who killed him . But, where do I even start?"
The rest of her words were swallowed by her sobs . She tossed back another glass of wine and reached for the wine bottle as if it wasn't enough . Her tears flowed as freely as the wine . As she raised the glass to her lips, Su Zhinian reached out to gently press her wrist, stopping her . Then, he removed the wine bottle and glass from her hands and set them far away, adding, "You should stop drinking, if you continue, you'll feeling much worse in the morning . "
"But, that can't be as bad as I feel now . "
Before Song Qingchun could finish, Su Zhinian suddenly pulled her up by her wrist . His force was strong enough that, before she realized it, she was already in his embrace .
She was unable to see his face, but she could hear his soft voice coming from the top of her head . It had an undercurrent of heartache . "Then let it out, you'll feel much better if you do . "
His few simple words made the tears return to Song Qingchun's eyes .
He felt the wetness near his chest, and his lips stretched into a thin line . He didn't say a word and held her closer to his body . His strong and warm chest gave her a sense of stability, which, in spite of everything, made her forget her reservations and lower her guard . Unlike before where her tears were reserved, she started to break down like a child wrapped in his arms .
The room was quiet, other than the sound of her crying . The view outside the window was gorgeous, lit up by the sole lamp that was still on in the room .
He held her in his arms quietly . The man with an impossible obsession for cleanliness allowed her tears and snot to stain his robe . His hands stroked her long hair without rhythm, giving her the most gentle and silent comfort .
With his mind-reading ability, he could tell she was coming down from her heightened emotions . When she completely released her negative emotions, he slowly removed her from his embrace and used his fingers to lovingly wipe the tears away from her face .
Even though her tears had stopped falling as much as before, there were still some that leaked out of the corner of her eyes . With utmost patience, he brushed all of her tears away until she was feeling much better .
He went to the mini bar to pour her a glass of warm water .
"Thank you . " Her voice was a bit rough from all the crying . Even though she had stopped crying, she was still choking from tears .
He waited for her to drink some water before asking, "Feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you…" Song Qingchun's throat felt filled with phlegm, as if she was down with the flu . The words that came to her mouth suddenly stopped .
The whole scene just now felt utterly familiar, like it had happened to her before…
Song Qingchun, who held the glass in her hands, started to frown in contemplation . She was reminded of the memory losses she had over the past few years whenever she hid to cry .
Chapter 238 What Is Youth Without Passion 9 Translator Lonelytree Editor Millman97 Do you know I was really afraid, sad and alone . I miss my big brother I miss Song Cheng . The tears started to fall again as Song Qingchun clutched her chest and said in a tone laced with pain, I wish he was still alive . I m really tired . I wish to avenge him, and I wish to know who killed him . But, where do I even start The rest of her words were swallowed by her sobs . She tossed back another glass of wine and reached for the wine bottle as if it wasn t enough . Her tears flowed as freely as the wine . As she raised the glass to her lips, Su Zhinian reached out to gently press her wrist, stopping her . Then, he removed the wine bottle and glass from her hands and set them far away, adding, You should stop drinking, if you continue, you ll feeling much worse in the morning . But, that can t be as bad as I feel now . Before Song Qingchun could finish, Su Zhinian suddenly pulled her up by her wrist . His force was strong enough that, before she realized it, she was already in his embrace . She was unable to see his face, but she could hear his soft voice coming from the top of her head . It had an undercurrent of heartache . Then let it out, you ll feel much better if you do . His few simple words made the tears return to Song Qingchun s eyes . He felt the wetness near his chest, and his lips stretched into a thin line . He didn t say a word and held her closer to his body . His strong and warm chest gave her a sense of stability, which, in spite of everything, made her forget her reservations and lower her guard . Unlike before where her tears were reserved, she started to break down like a child wrapped in his arms . The room was quiet, other than the sound of her crying . The view outside the window was gorgeous, lit up by the sole lamp that was still on in the room . He held her in his arms quietly . The man with an impossible obsession for cleanliness allowed her tears and snot to stain his robe . His hands stroked her long hair without rhythm, giving her the most gentle and silent comfort . With his mind reading ability, he could tell she was coming down from her heightened emotions . When she completely released her negative emotions, he slowly removed her from his embrace and used his fingers to lovingly wipe the tears away from her face . Even though her tears had stopped falling as much as before, there were still some that leaked out of the corner of her eyes . With utmost patience, he brushed all of her tears away until she was feeling much better . He went to the mini bar to pour her a glass of warm water . Thank you . Her voice was a bit rough from all the crying . Even though she had stopped crying, she was still choking from tears . He waited for her to drink some water before asking, Feeling better Yes, thank you Song Qingchun s throat felt filled with phlegm, as if she was down with the flu . The words that came to her mouth suddenly stopped . The whole scene just now felt utterly familiar, like it had happened to her before Song Qingchun, who held the glass in her hands, started to frown in contemplation . She was reminded of the memory losses she had over the past few years whenever she hid to cry .