Living With A Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations Of Love Chapter 238


Chapter 238: What Is Youth Without Passion? 9
Chapter 238: What Is Youth Without Passion? (9)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

"Do you know? I was really afraid, sad and alone. I miss my big brother; I miss Song Cheng."

The tears started to fall again as Song Qingchun clutched her chest and said in a tone laced with pain, "I wish he was still alive. I'm really tired. I wish to avenge him, and I wish to know who killed him. But, where do I even start?"

The rest of her words were swallowed by her sobs. She tossed back another glass of wine and reached for the wine bottle as if it wasn't enough. Her tears flowed as freely as the wine. As she raised the glass to her lips, Su Zhinian reached out to gently press her wrist, stopping her. Then, he removed the wine bottle and glass from her hands and set them far away, adding, "You should stop drinking, if you continue, you'll feeling much worse in the morning."

"But, that can't be as bad as I feel now."

Before Song Qingchun could finish, Su Zhinian suddenly pulled her up by her wrist. His force was strong enough that, before she realized it, she was already in his embrace.

She was unable to see his face, but she could hear his soft voice coming from the top of her head. It had an undercurrent of heartache. "Then let it out, you'll feel much better if you do."

His few simple words made the tears return to Song Qingchun's eyes.

He felt the wetness near his chest, and his lips stretched into a thin line. He didn't say a word and held her closer to his body. His strong and warm chest gave her a sense of stability, which, in spite of everything, made her forget her reservations and lower her guard. Unlike before where her tears were reserved, she started to break down like a child wrapped in his arms.

The room was quiet, other than the sound of her crying. The view outside the window was gorgeous, lit up by the sole lamp that was still on in the room.

He held her in his arms quietly. The man with an impossible obsession for cleanliness allowed her tears and snot to stain his robe. His hands stroked her long hair without rhythm, giving her the most gentle and silent comfort.

With his mind-reading ability, he could tell she was coming down from her heightened emotions. When she completely released her negative emotions, he slowly removed her from his embrace and used his fingers to lovingly wipe the tears away from her face.

Even though her tears had stopped falling as much as before, there were still some that leaked out of the corner of her eyes. With utmost patience, he brushed all of her tears away until she was feeling much better.

He went to the mini bar to pour her a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." Her voice was a bit rough from all the crying. Even though she had stopped crying, she was still choking from tears.

He waited for her to drink some water before asking, "Feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you" Song Qingchun's throat felt filled with phlegm, as if she was down with the flu. The words that came to her mouth suddenly stopped.

The whole scene just now felt utterly familiar, like it had happened to her before

Song Qingchun, who held the glass in her hands, started to frown in contemplation. She was reminded of the memory losses she had over the past few years whenever she hid to cry.