He lowered his head even harder, trying to make his posture of eating cake look elegant, but in a place she didn't see, he had a tear, and still couldn't control it, slowly hit the cake. There was a slight pit on the cream.

Su Zhinian ate the cake in the dish cleanly before putting down the fork, and then lowered his eyes slightly to adjust the vibrating mood, then leaned on the sofa with a gesture, slowly raised his eyelids, watching Song Qingchun sitting opposite him.

There was only a small piece of cake left in Song Qingchun’s dish. She happened to hold a fork and inserted it into her mouth. She realized that he was looking at her and said something vaguely to him. There was something in her mouth, he didn’t understand it, she didn’t go on, she just bent her eyebrows at him bulgingly, and then swallowed the cake in her mouth into her abdomen, picked up the hot milk tea beside him, and drank He took a sip, cleared his throat, and said, "I just said, I'm full of cakes. I can't eat these dishes anymore. It's so wasteful."

Su Zhinian looked at Song Qingchun with a fixed eyebrow, and for a while, he said aloud, "It's fine."

"But, don't eat at all, it's so uncomfortable." Song Qingchun stared at the dish that hadn't been touched, and frowned annoyedly.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's distressed face without blinking, and said nothing.

"Otherwise..." Song Qingchun thought of Su Zhinian not cooking, raised his head, stared at him with a tone of consultation, and asked: "...you pack home?"

Su Zhinian did not nod, nor shook her head, still staring straight at her.

Song Qingchun was a little puzzled by his heart. She moved her eyebrows. She just wanted to ask Su Zhinian what happened. Su Zhinian suddenly shouted her name: "Youth."

His tone was not high, and there was a hint of heart-shaking lowness in Qing Ya. Song Qingchun stopped his heartbeat with his heartbeat. After a while, he "huh?"

Su Zhinian didn't rush to speak, still looking at her with the same sight as before, just when Song Qingchun thought he was not going to speak, he said: "Youth..."

He shouted her name again, his voice softer than before. He didn't stop this time, but looking at her glory under his eyes, he became extremely serious: "...Sorry."

Sorry without a source made Song Qingchun completely dumbfounded. She froze, "Ah?", then blinked at Su Zhinian, and asked, "I'm sorry?"

Su Zhinian didn't answer Song Qingchun's question, and repeated "Sorry" again. His complexion and tone of voice made Song Qingqing's sitting manner dignified.

She didn't ask why, but stared at him intently. After about ten seconds, he said: "I was really sorry yesterday yesterday six years ago."

In fact, he always wanted to say sorry to her.

That night he really didn't mean to hurt her.

However, six years ago, there were too many yin and yang differences, and he still couldn't take it seriously and really said sorry to her.

Yesterday six years ago...Although Su Zhinian was concise, Song Qingchun still understood that he was referring to the thing that forced him to sleep on the night he was drunk six years ago.