Su Tianqing wanted to reach out a hand, to give her a comforting pat on the shoulder, but found that she had avoided him!
Such a gesture of comfort, yet she avoided it; does this mean that whatever I say, words seem so empty and powerless?
Su Tianqing lit a cigarette and then slowly, very slowly, took a drag.
Nobody spoke, even Gan Zi on the other end of the phone remained silent, quietly, very quietly waiting.
Song Ziyu didn't want to admit her vulnerability. She took a deep breath, wiped her tears with a tissue, and saw that her phone was still flashing; Gan Zi hadn't hung up on her.
Her heart warmed, there was someone who never interrogated her, but he already understood her.
There was someone, who, even in the midst of a late-night call, waited for her just as quietly and calmly.
Song Ziyu didn't know what to say to Gan Zi, but making a call to him at this hour already seemed very impolite.
