Translator: Yunyi
Song Wenchuan’s eyes flashed. It was only a moment of compassion, but it was quickly captured by Song Jingwan.
She suddenly threw herself into Song Wenchuan’s arms and hugged his waist tightly. Boiling hot tears kept gushing out of her eyes, soaking his thin shirt.
It was so hot that it hurt his skin.
“Wenchuan, please forgive me this once… I really know that I’m wrong. I have nothing left: my father, mother, and brother don’t seem to need me anymore. If that’s the case, what’s the point of living?”
Her tone was filled with despair.
Song Wenchuan’s brows twitched, and his thin lips pursed tightly. “Don’t talk nonsense.”
He had already moved out of Song Manor, but he had a vague idea of how good Zhou Manli was to Song Weiwei. She felt guilty, so it was normal for her to want to make up for it.
But for some reason, Song Wenchuan inexplicably thought of Song Yaoyao.
What was the difference between the Song Jingwan now and the Song Yaoyao who had been ignored back then?
Was he going to let the tragedy repeat itself?
“Wuwu, Brother…”
Song Jingwan buried herself in Song Wenchuan’s arms and silently curled her lips.
Anything she wanted, she could get it.
She just had to take her time. There was no rush.
Song Jingwan comforted herself.
…
After Song Yaoyao left Song Corporation, she went to Yulan Culture.
She had been busy for so long, so it was time to start preparing for Palace Walls.
During this period of time, Song Yaoyao didn’t forget to communicate with Yun Shuihan. Now, Yun Shuihan had quit her previous job and was wholeheartedly involved in the changes to the script.
Without changing the character design and the general direction, the content had been revised quite a bit.
While strengthening the characters’ contradictions, she also added some love scenes that the audience loved to watch.
However, this love wasn’t simple. Each viewer would have a different experience watching it.
After a busy morning, she almost forgot about her meeting with Song Wenchuan until he called her.
When she entered the private room and saw the girl sitting beside Song Wenchuan talking and laughing, she was delighted.
Song Jingwan…
She was haunting her.
“Hi, Yaoyao,” Song Jingwan warmly greeted. She even took the initiative to get up and pull out a chair for her.
“Yaoyao, I wasn’t sensible in the past. I was jealous, so I did a lot of bad things to you. I’m not asking you to forgive me, but let’s put aside our prejudices for now, okay?”
Song Yaoyao didn’t sit on the chair that Song Jingwan pulled out and went to sit at the edge instead.
She looked up and saw that Song Jingwan’s face was full of sincerity.
She suddenly laughed and said softly, “On what basis?”
Song Yaoyao supported her chin and questioned her in return.
The girl’s wrist was so thin that it seemed as if it would snap at any moment. The red mole on her wrist was particularly eye-catching under the light.
Song Wenchuan wasn’t surprised. In fact, he didn’t plan to participate.
Song Jingwan was stunned for a moment before she quickly reacted.
“Don’t be angry. I won’t say anything else.”
Her attitude was very good. Even her eyes were filled with sincerity and guilt.
It was as if she had really turned over a new leaf.
Song Yaoyao looked into her eyes calmly. A moment later, she let out a soft snort.
She suddenly stood up, picked up her backpack, and turned around to leave.
“Yaoyao…”
Song Wenchuan was stunned. He quickly reacted, “You haven’t eaten yet. Where are you going?”
“I’m not eating. I’ve lost my appetite.”
Song Yaoyao’s tone was extremely indifferent. She looked at Song Wenchuan with a very calm expression. There was no trace of a smile in her eyes. “This was meant to be a meeting between me and you.”
However, without her consent, he had brought along a person she hated.