I never thought I would hear those words again.
My home is your home.
When I left the Xu family and decided to divorce Gu Nianci, I felt like I had no home in this world, so I stayed in hotels and never thought about where I should go next.
The only thought that kept running through my mind was: waiting to die.
But now… Song Qingrong said this.
I let Song Qingrong lead me by the hand and walk out of the Xu family's house. In a daze, I seemed to hear Xu Yao's angry curses, the Xu family's reproaches, and the sighs and jeers of others, but at this moment I did not feel sad.
How can I describe this feeling?
It's like when everyone is against you, and everyone is criticizing you, suddenly someone tells you: Don't be afraid, I'm here.
Then she tells you: No matter what happens, you will always have a home, and there will always be someone waiting for you behind you.
Do you feel like crying?
I think so.
I can too.
But I held back.
I am a person who is easily moved, which is why I have had emotional breakdowns many times before. It was something I couldn't control. So now, Song Qingrong has undoubtedly touched the softest spot in my heart.
But this makes me a little unsure how to put it.
In this situation, our identities and circumstances should have been reversed.
As a certain movie says: My ideal man must be a peerless hero; one day, he will…
Now... Song Qingrong has become my hero.
Even if I don't want to admit it.
Call me a chauvinist if you want.
I have mixed feelings.
It wasn't until we left the Xu family's house and could no longer hear those chaotic noises that I came to my senses, and Song Qingrong also stopped.
As always, or perhaps to comfort me, she put her hand on my shoulder and said the familiar words.
"Want to come grab a drink with your sister?"
I paused for a moment, then gave her a light tap on the forehead, before laughing and saying, "What do you want to drink? I'm not in the mood."
"Then let's go home?" Song Qingrong rubbed her forehead, but she wasn't angry. She still looked at me with a smile.
She seems to have always been this kind of person.
Or perhaps, that's always been the case for me.
I just never paid attention to it before.
Looking back now, I realize I was truly unaware of how blessed I was.
But a thought still lingered in my mind: I'm with Song Qingrong now, do I love her? What exactly are my feelings for her?
Looking at Song Qingrong, feeling the smile on her face and the expectation in her eyes, I suddenly felt a little annoyed for some reason. After thinking for a moment, I shook my head and said, "I won't go back for now."
"Come with me to the coffin shop."
Fearing that Song Qingrong might overthink things, I added, "Although this matter didn't cause her any real impact or trouble, it did touch on her privacy after all."
"I feel it's necessary to apologize to her."
Song Qingrong burst out laughing. "Afraid I'll be jealous?"
"I'm not that petty."
“And…” Song Qingrong thought for a moment before saying, “You have very few friends.”
"Now you've actually become friends with her."
"Then there must be something special about her."
"So I really want to get to know her better, and maybe we can become good friends."
"Then you'd better hurry," I sighed. "She doesn't have much time left."
“We had made a pact that whoever died first would bury the other.”
"The burial place has already been chosen."
Hearing my words, Song Qingrong was silent for a moment before smiling and saying, "It seems you two have a really good relationship."
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