Seeing Zhou Yuwen act so cold and indifferent, Su Qing felt a pang of grievance, yet she couldn't bear to watch him leave.
Unable to contain herself, she got out of the car and called out, "Zhou Yuwen!"
Zhou Yuwen turned around and asked, "What is it now?"
Su Qing said nothing, instead she rushed forward and threw her arms around him.
A spontaneous embrace like this—
Zhou Yuwen was sure to accept it.
She buried her head in his chest, then lifted her face again, her eyes already swollen and red, exuding a delicate charm that tugged at his heartstrings. Zhou Yuwen immediately softened his voice, "What's wrong? Why are you crying now?"
"Who bullied you? Sweetheart, please stop crying, alright?"
The street lamps of the residential district cast cold white light, and the surroundings were less than favorable. Yet Su Qing held tight to Zhou Yuwen under the light, refusing to let go, and Zhou Yuwen gently held her slender waist, swaying softly as he consoled her.