Su Ziqing watched as the hearse carrying Grandpa Su's body was taken away and disappeared into the traffic, never to be seen again. She stood at the intersection for a long time, unwilling to leave.
The weather was bitterly cold.
In an instant, her hair became damp, and she stood there dumbfounded as if she couldn't feel the cold.
An umbrella suddenly covered her head, and she slowly raised her head, her blurry eyes looking at the person standing next to her.
He had seen those eyes before—lively, furious, cunning, even the rage he'd witnessed in the hospital room not long ago—but none of them had shaken him like the sorrow he saw now.
Yes, vibration.
It was as if my cold heart had been gently bumped, causing a thin, almost invisible crack to appear.
Gong Chengjue almost instinctively reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Su Ziqing paused for a moment, then pressed her cold face against his chest. The woolen fabric felt uncomfortable, but in this lonely and helpless moment, she did not stubbornly push him away.
At this moment, she needed such an embrace.
It was as if at this moment, neither rain, snow, nor cold could harm or invade her anymore.
Time seemed to stand still, so peaceful that one wished it could stand still.
The vibration of her phone shattered this beautiful moment. Su Ziqing snapped out of her reverie, stood up straight, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Thank you."
Gong Chengjue frowned slightly; her mood changed as easily as turning the pages of a book.
Su Ziqing could sense his unhappiness, but who cared whether he was happy or not?
She pushed him away and walked towards the road.
Gong Chengjue's cold, hard voice came from behind her, but it wasn't directed at her; it was directed at the person on the phone, saying, "I'm busy."
She hailed a taxi and was about to open the door when he grabbed her wrist.
"I'll take you," he said.
"No need." She just wanted to be alone right now.
He showed no intention of letting go, yet remained silent.
Su Ziqing was a little angry. "Gong Chengjue, I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now." She raised her foot to attack...
"Not bad."
Gong Chengjue gave her a deep look, "But she's still not as good as me."
Her hand was grabbed, and his foot was restrained by her foot. Their bodies were pressed tightly against the car body, a posture that looked undeniably ambiguous.
Perhaps it was because he had bullied her and hurt her self-esteem, or perhaps it was because of her grandfather's death, but she hadn't yet been able to vent her emotions through her crying, and suddenly she burst into tears.
"Gong Chengjue, you bastard, you're bullying me!"
Gong Chengjue was stunned, not expecting her to suddenly burst into tears.
Su Ziqing cried loudly. She hadn't cried like this in many years. She didn't care if it would attract attention or if it would make her look ugly.
That's how she wailed.
Gong Chengjue: "..."
Why is she crying like a child?
People at the hospital entrance are all looking in his direction, okay?
Luo Jinhan, who was not far away, silently shifted his gaze; he seemed to know what had happened...
Gong Chengjue coughed lightly, "Stop crying." He released his hand.
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