Without a father, where would a son come from?

Tang Li had already guessed the general idea, but she deliberately misinterpreted Song Beiye's meaning:

"So you want me to help you by pretending to be your girlfriend, to put his mind at ease?"

Song Beiye had always harbored a fantasy: he didn't seek her favor, but only hoped that he could be her friend with a clear conscience and honesty throughout his life.

This morning, Song Boying, who had been critically ill and in a coma, suddenly regained consciousness.

Song Beiye knew that this was what people often referred to as a "last gasp before death."

He also learned a cruel truth from Song Boying.

The car accident that year left a stain on his lifelong reputation on his most respected father.

He's the one who started this!

As he lay on the bed, tears streaming down his face, holding Song Beiye's hand in repentance, Song Beiye knew that there was a chasm between him and Tang Li that they could never cross in this lifetime.

"If I asked you to pretend to be my girlfriend, would you really agree?"

Even if it's just an act.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Even if it's just a simple question.

They were content.

Following Tang Li's words, Song Beiye gave himself one last glimmer of hope.

Tang Li pretended to be relaxed and said:

"How could I refuse? It's just borrowing someone's identity to help out, it's not like we're going to make it real. But if I weren't a free person, I would definitely refuse your unreasonable request very firmly. After all, I am both myself and my partner's partner, and I must be loyal to him and always consider his feelings."

This answer was enough to bring tears to Song Beiye's eyes.

"Thank you, little sugar man."

Song Beiye almost choked up.

After a few seconds of pause, he spoke again:

"But I won't make that request of you, whether you are free or not. I hope that throughout my life, I can face anyone with openness and fearlessness. But right now, I..."

Such a request is difficult to make.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Song Beiye choked up.

Tang Li kept thinking about how to ease the awkward and embarrassing situation between the two of them.

"Tang Li, I really..."

I can't bring myself to say it!

Song Beiye picked up his coffee and gulped it down like water.

I slammed the cup down, but the words still wouldn't come out of my throat.

Seeing this, Tang Li handed him her coffee as well:

Would you like some more?

Song Beiye stared at the cup of coffee:

“I don’t actually like coffee. I prefer tea, but Xiaoyu does. It’s just that he can’t handle bitterness, so he used to add both sugar and milk to his coffee.”

Song Beiyu.

If he were still alive, the person sitting in front of her today would surely be that bright and cheerful young man.

“But I saw on his Weibo that he now drinks coffee without sugar or milk.”

After Song Beiyu left, Tang Li went through all of his social media posts.

"I thought he liked bitter coffee, just like me."

Every time Tang Li thinks of Song Beiyu, she can't help but get teary-eyed.

Song Beiye said softly:

"That's because he wanted to taste what the bitterest taste of life really is. But even if he had tasted the bitterest coffee in the world, it was still not as bitter as the years you lost your parents."

So Song Beiyu already knew?

Was everything he did afterward an attempt to atone for his father's sins and make amends?

Tang Li's body trembled slightly, for the truth she had been searching for, for the bitterness of these past years, and for the little boy Song Beiyu who had come to this world only to be overwhelmed by the burden.

"It's a pity that I don't have that opportunity anymore, otherwise I would definitely treat him to a cup of coffee with sugar and milk."

With tears in her eyes, Tang Li finished speaking and waved to the waiter, saying:

"Another coffee, double the sugar and double the milk."

Before the coffee was served, the two of them looked out the window.

After the waiter brought the coffee to Tang Li, Tang Li thanked him and handed the coffee to Song Beiye.

"This cup is for you, and for Xiaoyu. Now that he has tasted all the bitterness, you can taste his share of all the sweetness in the rest of his life."

The grudges of the previous generation should not be paid for by the next generation.

But this is precisely why Song Beiye came here.

He knew Tang Li's personality well and would never impose the mistakes of the previous generation on him.

But Song Beiye couldn't even get past his own conscience if he had to plead for his father.

After all, those who do wrong deserve to be punished.

Song Beiye took the coffee and was about to drink it when Tang Li stopped him with a smile:

"Is it hot? Are you eager to taste the sweetness of life? Don't rush. After all, besides things like losing something and getting it back, a broken mirror being mended, and a piece of jade being returned to its rightful owner, the most beautiful words in the world are also 'after hardship comes happiness.'"

Song Beiye couldn't help but reach out his hand, and Tang Li, unable to dodge, was grabbed by him.

"Tang Li, I will always remember the sweetness of today."

From now on, I will bear all your suffering for you.

Tang Li didn't pull away; instead, she boldly grabbed his large hand.

"I rejected Song Nanzhou's confession today. Since I've already let one person down, I'm not afraid to let another one down. Song Beiye, my heart is just the right size to hold only one person. There's no room for anyone else."

Song Beiye was not upset.

What's more painful than not being able to have something is knowing you don't deserve it, even if you could.

"I want to say the same thing to you. Song Nanzhou sees me as his salvation, but I'm not. It's the same for you. Liking someone is a very pure thing. Ask your heart, how much of your affection for me is pure?"

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