Drifting Towards You

Song Ziming was silent for a long time, looking at her softly: "What about now?"

Su Xiangwan sneered: "Do you still expect me to love you?"

Being poked at the central issue, Song Ziming was in a daze, and couldn't help but say: "We have been together for ten years after all..."

Su Xiangwan smiled and interrupted: "Yes, if you treat me well, I will miss these ten years. But in these ten years, I will live like a year. Is it possible that you still expect me to miss it?"

Song Ziming was speechless, his eyes covered with gray and black, and he seemed a little desperate.

"I'm fine now, Mu Beiting treats me well, I love him very much." Su Xiangwan's eyes softened a bit when he mentioned Mu Beiting.

Immediately, her gaze fell on Song Ziming and said again: "If you feel regretful, don't show some sincerity in dealing with others in the future. Since you remember the past, it can be considered a good luck. Life is still long, if you feel regretful, Maybe I will be happy in the future."

Song Ziming laughed at himself: "No more...never again..."

From remembering these.

From seeing her and Mu Beiting together.

He will never again.

He still lost him.

At this time, Su Xiangwan's phone rang, and she glanced at it, it was Mu Beiting.

"Where." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, and looked at his watch, a little uneasy.

"At the Regal Hotel."

"How long will it take?" Mu Beiting said in a deep voice.

"Come here now, call me when you get there."

"I'm right outside the door."

"Okay, I'm going out now."

After hanging up the phone, Su Xiangwan glanced at Song Ziming, got up and said, "I will leave if there is nothing to do, and there will be no deadline."

Seeing her getting up and leaving, Song Ziming couldn't help but speak: "Late!"

Su Xiangwan looked at him and waited for the following.

"Can you...can you cook me another meal? In the past, you would always prepare a meal and wait for me to come back, but I... don't seem to have eaten it once." Song Ziming smiled bitterly, just wanting to fulfill his wish once again.

He always thought, if he wasn't so cold at the time, it would be fine.

It would be great if I could give her some compliments.

Even if there is none, even if he just tastes it.

"Can you do it for me again? From now on...I won't bother you anymore, so I just became my wish." Song Ziming spoke slowly.

Su Xiangwan was not moved by him, but bluntly refused: "Sorry."

When the words fell, Su Xiangwan turned and left.

After two steps, she stopped and turned to look at Song Ziming again.

Song Ziming also slowly stood up, with a vague expectation in the bottom of his eyes.

Su Xiangwan's gaze was calm and soft, with a sincere expression, and said softly, "I wish you happiness."

When the words fell, she turned and left.

This time, the pace was firm and he didn't look back.

Song Ziming's figure shook for a few minutes, and then slowly fell back to the chair.

He looked at her quietly, and soon saw a black Bentley getting down and a tall man under the rain curtain.

Holding a black umbrella with one hand, he walked to the jogging platform in front of the hotel and took her in his arms.

The umbrella was big, but it was still slightly tilted, covering her tightly.

Mu Beiting embraced Su Xiangwan, fearing that she would be cold, and said warmly, "Why don't you wear more."

"Unexpectedly, it rained suddenly, and the weather would be pretty good." Su Xiangwan responded.

After carefully sending her to the car, he closed the door and got into the car from the other side.

Before getting into the car, he raised his eyes slightly and faced Song Ziming, who was sitting next to the glass window in the hotel lobby.

The two eyes met.

Mu Beiting faintly retracted, and after getting in the car, he closed the car door tightly.

Song Ziming watched the car disappear slowly under the rain curtain, his eyes flushed, and a flood of water overflowed under his eyes.

After all, he still failed to fulfill a wish.

There is no chance again.

He never had a chance again.