Chapter 421: The Man of Her Dreams Has Returned (4)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Her tears stopped instantly . The man stood where he was and stared at her for a moment before walking around the table to sit down beside her .
He pulled the bottle away from her hands and placed it gently on the table before reaching over to her shoulder and pulling her into his embrace .
The party in the club carried on, while inside the darkened booth, he held her quietly in his arms . She shivered slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to lightly pat her on her back . It was only after a long time that he finally pulled her from his arms .
He lowered his head and saw that both her eyes and nose were red from tears . Her make-up was completely ruined, and her long lashes were tangled together from the copious number of tears . She was as sad-looking as possible .
He sighed lightly . It sounded like frustration and heartache . With his one hand, he held her face gingerly and used his other to carefully wipe away her tears and snot .
The tapered fingers that held her face were strong and powerful, but as they brushed her tears away, they spoke of immeasurable tenderness and care .
After he cleaned her face, his finger settled on the wound on her forehead . His actions were light as he examined the wound . After making sure the injury was not serious, he pulled out a disinfectant wipe from his pocket to clean her wound . At the same time, he cleared away the blood that had dried around the wound .
Eventually, his hand rested on the back of her head . It stayed there for a very long time before it raised her head, and he dropped a faded kiss in between her brows . Then, he let go of her and left as quietly as he came .
A minute after he left, Song Qingchun suddenly went searching for her phone in her bag . With her lead lowered, her fingers tapped mechanically on the display and sent a message out . "I'm at MIX, unable to drive, can you come fetch me?"
After the message was sent, she placed her phone back into her bag .
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Song Qingchun blinked into consciousness . She looked at the stage that had another set of performers on it, and her frown deepened .
Her alcohol-addled mind was slow to pick up what was wrong with the picture . Wait… I was crying facing down on the table, so why am I now sitting up straight watching the performance then?
The perplexed Song Qingchun looked around before her gaze settled on the bottle of white wine, which only had a third left, sitting on the table . She frowned even deeper .
If I'm not mistaken, I was holding the bottle; when did it go so far away from me? What's going on? Am I really that drunk?
Suddenly, a lightbulb lit up inside Song Qingchun . She raised her hands to touch her own face . It was dry; the tears that had been stuck to her face before were all gone .
She seemed to understand everything instantly . She jumped up from the seat, grabbed her purse, and walked to the bathroom with faltering steps .
She collapsed before the counter and widened her eyes, looking at her reflection in the mirror .
Her skin was fair and dry, all traces of tears gone . She also noticed that even the dried blood on her forehead had been cleaned .
Chapter 421 The Man of Her Dreams Has Returned 4 Translator Lonelytree Editor Millman97Her tears stopped instantly . The man stood where he was and stared at her for a moment before walking around the table to sit down beside her . He pulled the bottle away from her hands and placed it gently on the table before reaching over to her shoulder and pulling her into his embrace . The party in the club carried on, while inside the darkened booth, he held her quietly in his arms . She shivered slightly, and he couldn t help but raise his hand to lightly pat her on her back . It was only after a long time that he finally pulled her from his arms . He lowered his head and saw that both her eyes and nose were red from tears . Her make up was completely ruined, and her long lashes were tangled together from the copious number of tears . She was as sad looking as possible . He sighed lightly . It sounded like frustration and heartache . With his one hand, he held her face gingerly and used his other to carefully wipe away her tears and snot . The tapered fingers that held her face were strong and powerful, but as they brushed her tears away, they spoke of immeasurable tenderness and care . After he cleaned her face, his finger settled on the wound on her forehead . His actions were light as he examined the wound . After making sure the injury was not serious, he pulled out a disinfectant wipe from his pocket to clean her wound . At the same time, he cleared away the blood that had dried around the wound . Eventually, his hand rested on the back of her head . It stayed there for a very long time before it raised her head, and he dropped a faded kiss in between her brows . Then, he let go of her and left as quietly as he came . A minute after he left, Song Qingchun suddenly went searching for her phone in her bag . With her lead lowered, her fingers tapped mechanically on the display and sent a message out . I m at MIX, unable to drive, can you come fetch me After the message was sent, she placed her phone back into her bag . Song Qingchun blinked into consciousness . She looked at the stage that had another set of performers on it, and her frown deepened . Her alcohol addled mind was slow to pick up what was wrong with the picture . Wait I was crying facing down on the table, so why am I now sitting up straight watching the performance then The perplexed Song Qingchun looked around before her gaze settled on the bottle of white wine, which only had a third left, sitting on the table . She frowned even deeper . If I m not mistaken, I was holding the bottle when did it go so far away from me What s going on Am I really that drunk Suddenly, a lightbulb lit up inside Song Qingchun . She raised her hands to touch her own face . It was dry the tears that had been stuck to her face before were all gone . She seemed to understand everything instantly . She jumped up from the seat, grabbed her purse, and walked to the bathroom with faltering steps . She collapsed before the counter and widened her eyes, looking at her reflection in the mirror . Her skin was fair and dry, all traces of tears gone . She also noticed that even the dried blood on her forehead had been cleaned .