Chapter 239: What Is Youth Without Passion? (10)

Chapter 239: What Is Youth Without Passion? (10)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Whenever she came to, she would experience a curious sensation that she always had a hard time describing, but at that moment, she realized with a start that it felt exactly the same as what she was feeling then!
Therefore, during her memory loss, someone hugged her and wiped away her tears?
Song Qingchun was reminded of Su Zhinian's bloodied shirt that she had hidden away, and her heart quivered…
She already suspected him, and this discovery added to her suspicions…
Or could this really be another coincidence?
However, if it wasn't, how did he manage to appear by her side to comfort her and then disappear without a trace whenever she cried?
Su Zhinian noticed Song Qingchun had gone into some sort of a trance in the middle of her sentence, so he coughed lightly to get her attention.
Song Qingchun shook her head to toss the ludicrous idea out of her mind. As her gaze fell on the wet stain on Su Zhinian's chest and the manner in which she had cried like a child, she lowered her face that was starting to blush and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry for losing control of my emotions like that…
"But, I genuinely thank you, I do feel much better…"
Her nose was still runny and her eyes red from the crying, but the smile on her face was sincere. She tilted her head to look him silently for a while before adding, "…Now it's your turn!"
"My turn?" Su Zhinian was confused, unable to understand what she meant.
Song Qingchun snuggled into a comfortable position before explaining to Su Zhinian, "You had a bad dream, didn't you? I saw the sadness on your face, and if you keep it cooped up inside you, it'll only hurt you in the long run. Come on, let it out, it'll make you feel much better, trust me, I know."
So, that is what she meant… Su Zhinian blinked silently. It was not that he didn't want to share his pain, but he couldn't. Certain love could only flourish in the darkness, away from the light, forgotten but never buried.
His silence gave Song Qingchun the impression that he didn't know where to start, so she gave him some help. "The Tingting you mentioned in your dreams, she's a girl you like?"
She was reminded of the time she had taken care of his head injury; that night, he had mistaken her for Tingting and had said many things in his sleep. From those words, she could tell that he had lost this girl by the name of 'Tingting'.
She hadn't told him about the night they shared the same bed, so she purposely avoided bringing up that night and quickly asked, "Do you mind telling me the story behind you and her?"
When Song Qingchun asked that question, she suddenly realized she was truly interested in the answer.
Su Zhinian was still silently staring at the night sky outside the window. His handsome face seemed to flicker in the dark. His lips were stretched into a thin line as if her question had reminded him of a painful and dark memory.
Just as Song Qingchun thought he was going to ignore her and she was going to switch the topic to something lighter, he said, apropos to nothing, " What is youth without passion? 1 "