If You Could Hear My Heart

From the moment she entered the airport, he had caught sight of her, and of course, Song Heng was there too.

The weather was cold in the morning, yet Xia Chuqing was wearing only a thin white knitted sweater.

Xiao Mo frowned at that moment. Isn't Song Heng her boyfriend? How could he not take care of her?

But moments later, he retracted his thoughts.

The coffee gradually cooled one cup after another. People came and went in waves at the airport, all bustling about.

Xia Chuqing and Song Heng stood in a corner talking, reluctant to part. Xia Chuqing never saw Xiao Mo the whole time, though she did take a few phone calls.

Xia Yongfang sent a message to Xia Chuqing: "There is too much fog; I'm afraid I can't make it."

Although disappointed, Xia Chuqing still replied: "It's okay, Dad, please be safe."

"What's up, Uncle Xia can't come?" Song Heng glanced at the message.

"Yeah, he can't make it." Xia Chuqing was still a bit downcast.

She looked up again at the airport as if the person she hoped to see hadn't come.

"Don't worry, don't be sad. I'll take your dad with me to France to see you next time. Uncle Xia is just too busy; you have to be understanding," Song Heng said.

"Wow, young master Song actually has his sensible moments, who would've guessed!"

"I'm trying to comfort you here, and you give me the cold shoulder," he replied.

Song Heng joked around with her for a while, knowing she was reluctant to leave, but the parting had to come.

"You better go in now, I need to get back to school myself, catch up on some sleep," Song Heng said.

"Then I'm off." Xia Chuqing jumped down from her suitcase.

"Right, get going. You always dawdle, don't blame me if you miss your flight."

"Song Heng, say something nice about me," Xia Chuqing suddenly said, looking into his eyes.

Song Heng twitched his mouth. Had Xia Chuqing lost her mind?

Seeing Xia Chuqing's earnest gaze, Song Heng still complimented her: "Miss Xia, you are beautiful and well-behaved, understanding, academically excellent, have good organizational skills, a cheerful personality, and come from a good family..."

Just as Song Heng was about to continue, Xia Chuqing interrupted him melancholically: "Then tell me, why is it that some people just don't see it?"

"They must be blind!" Song Heng declared.

Xia Chuqing felt a little better, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, exactly."

"Alright, alright, go now, remember to eat something. You must be hungry."

Actually, everything Song Heng had just praised Xia Chuqing for was true. She really was very good; otherwise, she would not have had an endless stream of suitors, some of very high quality, ever since she was young.

"I'm really going now, you should keep pursuing Yingying and don't give up," Xia Chuqing said reluctantly.

"We'll see," Song Heng pushed her to go inside.

Xia Chuqing had no choice but to wave goodbye to Song Heng, she had to go in or she'd be late.

Song Heng also waved back, Xia Chuqing stood still, while he slowly moved backward.

Xia Chuqing's eyes reddened. When they were about ten steps apart, she finally turned her head away, her tears almost falling.

Three years... or maybe even longer...

Time is the cruelest...

Carrying her suitcase, she headed towards the check-in gate, daring not to look back.

Song Heng retreated a few more steps, standing among the crowd, standing in a place where he couldn't see her.

He felt quite upset too. He had gone to school with Xia Chuqing since they were young, and now, she was going to France.

The crowd bustled about, with Song Heng's hands buried in his trouser pockets, silently watching the direction Xia Chuqing disappeared into.

However, likewise, in the café there were also two gazes that had been fixed on the girl with the suitcase...

He saw the earnest and hopeful look in her eyes when she was lost in the crowd, and also the redness of her eyes and unshed tears...

A pang hit his chest, tugging at it fiercely.

The first time they met was in the hallway of that old house in Jin City, the weather gloomy, yet she, like a burning beam of light.

After Xia Chuqing entered, Song Heng had not left, sitting in a corner, waiting for news of that plane's takeoff.

At 8:10, he glanced at his wristwatch; he knew the plane had taken off.

Xiao Mo also glanced at his watch at the same time, then picked up the phone that had been left untouched on the table for a long time.

A call was made, and a mechanical female voice answered: The number you have dialed is switched off.

Xiao Mo didn't do anything, just silently set down the phone again and sent a text message over: Have a smooth journey.

The coffee had gone cold, almost a full cup left, no longer steaming. Everything at the airport carried a slight chill; it took a while before Xiao Mo stood up.

Song Heng also stood up, shook his head with a sigh and headed to his car.

Just as Song Heng was about to reach his car, suddenly, a hand reached out, blocking his way.

Song Heng looked up, facing a man dressed in a black trench coat, with deep-set features, a serene face, exuding mature charm and a powerful aura.

"What a coincidence, you came to see off Chuqing?" Song Heng was slightly taken aback but soon regained his composure, smiling, "It's a pity, she's already boarded the plane."

This man, was exactly who Xia Chuqing had mentioned to him just now.

Although Xia Chuqing didn't tell him the name, he wasn't interested in knowing either.

"Do you have time?" Xiao Mo looked at him unwaveringly, his voice deep.

Song Heng was much younger than Xiao Mo, and he felt no intimidation, nodding: "Yeah, want to talk? Or invite me to breakfast?"

"Up to you."

Xiao Mo dropped those two words and turned towards a black car parked behind Song Heng, his car.

Xiao Mo started the car, and Song Heng jumped into his own sports car, following him.

The airport was far from the city center, and as soon as Xiao Mo drove off, Song Heng followed behind him.

Upon reaching a spacious road, Song Heng even sped past Xiao Mo and got ahead.

Song Heng had been busy with extra lessons lately and hadn't raced cars for a long time, missing the thrill of speed.

However, men like Xiao Mo weren't interested in racing cars.

Xiao Mo drove steadily and paid no attention to Song Heng.

Sometimes, Song Heng would roll down the window, whistle, and call out to him: "Handsome, speed up, we can have a race."

Xiao Mo didn't even roll down his window, let alone respond.

"Boring." Song Heng slumped back into his driver's seat, "What does Xia Chuqing see in you anyway? But her type of good girl would indeed favor someone like you."

Just from the brief encounter with Xiao Mo, Song Heng had already sized him up from head to toe.

A man with money.

The car continued driving smoothly forward, but the ride from the airport to the city center was a bit long, taking about fifty minutes, until Xiao Mo stopped in front of a breakfast place.

Song Heng also pulled over, whistling at Xiao Mo again.

In the presence of strangers, Song Heng always behaved like a spoiled young master, disrespectful and informal.

Without waiting for Xiao Mo to enter, Song Heng walked up to him and got ahead.