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His voice was soft yet magnetic, overcast yet graceful. It seemed to echo within the room, hitting Song Qingchun’s heart again and again.

The good feelings that she got from learning he didn’t touch the girls froze in her heart instantly. Ever since she knew about this Tingting, she had heard him proclaim many times how much he loved her.

"I’ve expended three lifetimes to find you, and now, I will use another to make you my wife."

"This is my lifelong dream."

"I love her; I will always love her."

"I don’t mind dying alone if can’t have her. I’d rather choose loneliness without her."

"I cannot love her, but I cannot not love her."

"My love for her starts from now and ends with eternity."

These proclamations were much grander than the one he made that night, but instead of being impressed by his loyalty like she usually would, she felt like a knife had been stabbed deep into her heart. It was bleeding profusely and dripping with acid.

This feeling was very familiar. It was just like that year after her high school exam when she finally got into the same university as Qin Yinan. She rushed to Qin Yinan’s home excitedly to confess her love to him, but he told her, "Song Song, I’ve fallen in love with someone."

The feeling was starkly familiar; it felt like her heart had exploded into smithereens, and she had trouble breathing.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian’s face that shone brilliantly under the glittering chandelier and she asked herself internally, Why would I feel this way... when Su Zhinian expressed his love for the woman that he loves?

Su Zhinian realized that Song Qingchun had been staring at him for a long time without responding, and he couldn’t help calling out her name. She blinked but still didn’t come to. He reached out his hand wave in front of her. "What’s wrong?"

Song Qingchun jumped as if shocked. Realizing her social faux-pas, Song Qingchun immediately lowered her head to conceal the emotions in her eyes. "No, nothing important... I just felt my stomach rumbling a bit just now."

"Are you feeling better now? Do you need a glass of warm water?" Before Song Qingchun even nodded, Su Zhinian called for the waiter to pour her a glass of water.

Song Qingchun didn’t have the mind to pay attention to what Su Zhinian was doing or saying; her mind was still stuck on the sentence Su Zhinian had told her earlier. "My body and soul belong to the woman I love alone. Even if we cannot end up together, I will not touch another woman beside her."

The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she felt. Afraid that she might cause an episode before Su Zhinian, when the waiter came back with the water, she took a deep breath and told Su Zhinian in a tone that was as natural as she could muster, "I have to use the bathroom."

Since she mentioned earlier that her stomach was not feeling too good, Su Zhinian didn’t think too much of it. He nodded and said, "Okay."

The moment he nodded, Song Qingchun grabbed her purse and stood up from her seat.

Song Qingchun didn’t use the toilet but stood before the sink. She washed her face, and when she raised her head and grabbed the nearby tissue to wipe her face dry, her eyes fell on her own reflection in the mirror.

She stared at herself for quite some time, and her fingers started to shake as if she just seen the truth that had staring at her all along.