When they almost reached the elevator, Su Zhinian stopped and said, "Here is good enough."
Song Qingchun was confused for a moment before she realized what he was talking about. She nodded rather mechanically and uttered awkwardly, "Okay."
After some time, she added, "Thank you for paying my father a visit."
Su Zhinian didn't say anything, but he lowered his eyes to look at this tired-looking girl. He seemed to be struggling with something before turning his head away to look out the window at the Chinese Parasol trees with their almost empty branches. Eventually, he pulled his gaze back to say, "Don't mention it."
Then, Su Zhinian added, "Don't worry, Uncle Song will definitely be better."
Is he consoling me?
Looking in retrospect, the blame didn't completely fall on him for what happened that night. After all, he was drunk out of his mind, and she was the fully conscious one. When he kissed her, she could have shoved him away instead of reciprocating his advances.
