I’m Waiting For Your Dawn In the Dark Night - Chapter 31

Su Yuqing put the novels and comics on Ling Zhiwei’s bedside, he poured a glass of warm water, put the medicine she should take on a napkin, and left a note.

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When Ling Zhiwei woke up, the room was so quiet that she could even hear her own breathing.

The dim wall light barely made her see the note on the table.

She hesitated to pick up the novel, turned the first page and was attracted.

That night, Su Yuqing and the police who came overnight were nervously deploying the work of catching criminals, while Ling Zhiwei read a whole novel in tears.

The napkins crumpled into **** on the bedside table were piled into hills.

The novel was written in great detail, and each paragraph turned into a vivid picture that appeared in front of Ling Zhiwei.

She picked up the note on the table and stared at the words “Su Yuqing” for five minutes.

She looked at the novel spread out on her lap again.

“Mr. y” appears many times in the book.

Su Yuqing, the first letter of Pinyin is syq, and the middle letter is y. Could it be that the man in the book is Su Yuqing, and the “I” in the book is herself?

Ling Zhiwei’s heart suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain.

It is an inseparable feeling from the depths of the soul.

In the book, there is writing about split pinyin, which is her habit.

Can’t go wrong.

Mr. Y is Su Yuqing.

It was the Su Yuqing who regretted hurting her so much that he had to gouge out his heart, kneeling in the ice and snow begging for forgiveness;

It was the Su Yuqing who took all the hard work and did everything by herself during her illness, even if she repeated a question a hundred times a day, she still answered with a smile and patiently;

It was the Su Yuqing who introduced himself “Hello, I’m Su Yuqing and your husband” before she spoke every morning;

It was the Su Yuqing who kept calling her in her ear every day and telling him I love you;

It’s the Su Yuqing who she still deeply loves and will continue to love!

She suddenly remembered everything.

She saw that in addition to the text, there were many dense annotations in the book.

It was the deepest nostalgia and apology of a man who had no regrets for a wife who he thought had left him forever and had gone to heaven.

It turned out that when he first saw her, he was moved and confused.

But who is Su Yuqing?

Su Yuqing is a descendant of soldiers, and his calm and reserved temperament has been honed since childhood.

So even if it is love, he will not talk about it.

Ling Zhiwei hugged the novel and rushed out with her slippers on.

The men in police uniforms in the hall on the first floor all turned their heads to look at her with disheveled hair, but she smiled and pointed to the most dazzling man among them, “Uncle Third, I love you!”

Su Yuqing froze, the blood all over his body rushed to his forehead.

He put down the document in his hand, walked to Ling Zhiwei’s side with a few quick steps, and regardless of how many subordinates were watching at Che, he hugged her directly.

Tightly, as if afraid that she would escape.

The man said dumbly: “Zhizhi, thank you!”

Thank you for letting me hear “I love you” from your mouth again. I will definitely imprint the look, tone, and volume of your words in my heart.

Ling Zhiwei smacked the man’s back and said with an angry smile, “You should say the same thing to me at this time! Mr. Y!”

Su Yuqing nodded, the tears in his eyes were so turbulent that he could hardly bear it anymore.

A second before the sparkling gushing out, the man hugged Ling Zhiwei horizontally, left a sentence, “You can count the rest, call me if there is something important”, and then ran up the stairs quickly.

The man kicked open the door, locked it, and placed the woman gently in the middle of the big bed.

He leaned down and stared at her fascinatedly.

“Zhizhi, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love…”

The woman’s soft and scented fingers pressed against the man’s lips. She was a little embarrassed, her cheeks were dyed crimson, and she said faintly: “I heard it! Don’t keep talking…”

The man took her fingers and kissed them on the lips.

As they got closer, Ling Zhiwei could clearly see the blackness under his eyes and the stubble on his chin. He touched it, “It must be hard to take care of me during this time? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t forget you, I swear , if I remember everything from the past, I must be reluctant to treat you like that!”

The man shook his head, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest, full of sadness that could not be ignored, “Silly Zhizhi, never say the words ‘I’m sorry’ to me, you don’t owe me! I owe you , even thousands of words of sorry can’t make up for it. Zhizhi, I’m sorry, I love you!”

Su Yuqing held her face and kissed it carefully.

He seemed to be holding the most precious treasure in the world, cautiously for fear of hurting him.