Chapter 131: We Have All Been Forgotten (1)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian was half-collapsed before his computer. With a pen in his hand, he was deeply concentrating on writing something.
Song Qingchun assumed he was working, so she did not disturb him. After standing at the door for a while, she pushed the door open further and walked in with the coffee in hand.
The study was padded with thick carpet, so she created no sound when she moved.
When she was close, Song Qingchun realized Su Zhinian was writing on a notebook. His writing continued seamlessly; he did not stop to think or to make corrections.
Song Qingchun stared at the moving pen for a while before her gaze shifted to fall on his face.
He stared at the tip of his pen as if hypnotized. His face was in deep focus.
From her perspective, his eyes were looking down, and his lashes were illogically long.
Song Qingchun pouted with derision on the surface, but internally, she sighed with shock. How can a man have such long lashes? This makes no sense at all!
She briefly wondered what he was so focused on writing, but then she noticed his lips curve into a smile. Song Qingchun widened her eyes, staring at Su Zhinian. Her heart skipped a beat, and she found it difficult to look away.
This was the first time she had seen him smile in all the years she had known Su Zhinian.
To her understanding, the person that had the most beautiful smile in the world was definitely her Brother Yinan. Every time she saw his smile, she felt like her world was lit up by the sun.
However, she did not expect with just a slight curve of Su Zhinian’s lips, she managed to catch a trace of warmth in it. Obviously, it was not as bright as Brother Yinan’s smile, but Su Zhinian’s smile was more like the first ray of light after a long winter; other than comfort and warmth, it carried with it a sense of renewal and hope.
Su Zhinian stopped writing and habitually reclined in his chair. Then he caught sight of Song Qingchun, who was standing in front of his table, not far away from him.
His expression froze and blurted out, “When did you come in?”
Song Qingchun immediately shifted her gaze away from Su Zhinian and said softly, by way of explanation, “I’ve brewed a cup of coffee.”
Only then did Su Zhinian notice the porcelain cup in her hands.
“I knocked, but no one answered, so I came in to take a look.” Song Qingchun noticed the lack of annoyance that normally decorated Su Zhinian’s face, so she strode to the table and placed the coffee before him.
“Thank you,” Su Zhinian answered, then he realized the book on his table was still wide open. He immediately moved to slam it shut.
His sudden movement attracted Song Qingchun’s gaze. With a glance at the cover, she recognized it as the diary that she had once found in his bedroom. He was concentrating so much on writing his diary? No wonder he’s Diary Su…
Su Zhinian noticed Song Qingchun staring at his diary and coughed conspicuously before asking, “Is there anything else?”
Song Qingchun shook her head immediately. “No, nothing else.”
Su Zhinian had thought she would leave his study after that. He nodded to signal his acknowledgement. Then he reached out for a document to cover his diary and started to look through it.
Two minutes later, Su Zhinian raised his head and realized Song Qingchun was still standing before his table. She showed no sign of leaving, so he frowned and asked again, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, everything’s fine.” Song Qingchun shook her head, her face full of innocence.
