Drifting Towards You

"I want to see you, so it's... to be a break."

Su Xiangwan remained silent.

Song Ziming seemed to be afraid that she would think too much, and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to... want to talk to you."

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I might not have anything to talk to Mr. Song."

Song Ziming opened his mouth and couldn't help but said, "Do you remember the past?"

Su Xiangwan didn't know how he remembered it, but he replied firmly, "Remember."

Song Ziming was dazed, she really remembered...

"I... let's meet again, okay? I have something to say." Song Ziming spoke slowly, pleading in his voice.

Su Xiangwan glanced at the time, and simply said: "You can tell the location."

Song Ziming was overjoyed, and quickly said the address, and then he wanted to pick her up again.

Su Xiangwan directly refused, and then hung up.

After removing his makeup and changing his clothes, Su Xiangwan got into the car.

Xiang Yi was a little relieved and said, "What does Song Ziming want to do?"

Su Xiangwan said warmly: "It's nothing more than unwillingness."

She didn't worry that Song Ziming would be detrimental to her. After all, he was able to save his life in the fire, and there was no need to harm her anymore.

Moreover, even if he is discharged from the hospital, he must be inconvenient to move.

She actually knew what he saw he was going to do.

It was nothing more than that he remembered the past and couldn't accept it for a while, so he had something to say to her.

She thought, that's all she said.

He should be relieved.

So it doesn't matter if you see it.

An hour later, Su Xiangwan arrived at the agreed place, and Song Ziming had already arrived.

After the same Xiangyi said a few words briefly, Su Xiangwan walked over wearing sunglasses.

Song Ziming wore a silver-gray suit and was meticulous, looking mature, steady and gentle.

After Su Xiangwan took his seat, Song Ziming said warmly: "What to drink."

"Lemon juice."

Soon, the waiter brought lemon juice up.

"Mr. Song has something to say directly." Su Xiangwan was straightforward and didn't mean to be polite and greeting him.

Song Ziming's gaze fell on her face, and only after a long while he spoke: "I have been dreaming often these days."

Not only dreamed of those scenes where they used to be together.

I also dreamed of his embarrassment after her death.

At that time, he had become the one and only leader of the Song family, and countless women flocked to him.

Li Qingqing had been with him for a long time, but it has always been a gentle little intention.

To be honest, he despised her.

Regardless of appearance or talent, Li Qingqing is not the type he likes.

With such an identity at that time, he would never marry a female star who has no identity background but is beginning to age and decline.

He never thought of marrying her, but he would definitely look for someone else.

But day after day, he always compares the women he has seen with Su Xiangwan.

After returning home from late night entertainment, I always feel that my home is particularly deserted.

When she was there before, he didn't think there was anything, even he was bored.

But a day is better than a day of coldness, and the hatred in her eyes before her death made him a little flustered.

He thinks that longer time will get better, but the longer time, the more he will recall their situation over the years.

He remembered the first time he met her, he even remembered the promises he had made to deceive her.

She remembered that she would always turn on this lamp every night to wait for him to return, and remember that she always pretended to be strong even if she was clearly wronged.