114: Chapter 113 He is my god

Releasing Su Bai's waist, Mu Qing's gaze subconsciously fell upon the stranger.

She paused for a moment, then immediately realized that this was the girl Su Bai had brought back.

She must be the girl who had called Su Bai for help earlier.

"You must be Sister Song Qian, right?"

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just right.

It was neither overly enthusiastic nor deliberately cold.

Mu Qing smiled and reached out her hand.

"You're so beautiful. You look really pretty."

Song Qian hesitated for a moment, then also reached out her hand.

"You are… also very beautiful."

The two hands clasped together.

Then, Song Qian subconsciously looked toward Su Bai.

The movement was light and quick, like a startled rabbit taking a fleeting glance behind it—only after confirming that its master was still there did it dare to remain in place.

Mu Qing caught that look.

She did not show any signs of anything unusual.

Instead, she looked Song Qian up and down, frowned, and said,

"Sister Qian, it's very hot here, isn't it? You'll get stifled wearing that."

Mu Qing glanced at the hotel entrance and said, like a hostess,

"Let's go into the hotel first; it's hot outside."

She turned and walked toward the lobby.

Song Qian hesitated, then followed.

Su Bai stood by the car, watching the two women walk into the lobby one after the other.

There was a distance of over a meter between them, neither too long nor too short, just enough for two strangers to walk side by side.

The lobby was very cool.

Su Bai stood behind the two girls.

The three of them got into the elevator together.

"Sister Qian…"

Mu Qing took the initiative to speak again.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the small elevator.

Song Qian looked up, bewildered.

Mu Qing looked at her, her gaze softer than before.

"Your eyes are so red. Did you not sleep well last night?"

Song Qian was taken aback.

She had thought Mu Qing would ask who she was.

Would ask where she came from.

Would ask what her relationship with Su Bai was.

Would ask many, many questions she wouldn't know how to answer.

But Mu Qing didn't ask anything.

She only mentioned her red eyes, only cared about whether she… had slept well.

"Yeah," Song Qian's voice was a bit hoarse, "I didn't really sleep last night."

Mu Qing nodded.

"Then you should have a good rest in a while. The sunlight here is very bright, perfect for an afternoon nap."

Song Qian nodded faintly.

"Okay, thank you…"

Mu Qing continued: "Mu Qing, my name is Mu Qing."

"Thank you, Mu Qing… dear."

Mu Qing smiled brightly: "You're welcome!"

Su Bai watched the two harmonious women and rubbed his nose.

Tsk, isn't this a bit lacking in excitement?

Mu Qing walked to their suite, took the room card out of her pocket, swiped it open, pushed the door, and stepped aside.

"We're here. Come on in, Sister Qian."

Song Qian walked in.

Sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the whole room dazzlingly bright.

The sea outside the window was a very bright blue, merging with the sky in the distance.

There were a few white sailboats on the sea, moving slowly, as if they had been painted on.

Song Qian felt her soul had been healed quite a bit.

Mu Qing closed the door, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled the door open.

A row of clothes hung inside.

Dresses, T-shirts, shorts, skirts—colorful, with the tags still on.

She pulled out a pale yellow floral dress, turned around, and held it up against Song Qian.

"Sister Qian, we're about the same height. This should fit you well."

"The color also suits you; your skin is fair."

"No, I couldn't…"

Song Qian looked at the dress and hurriedly refused.

Mu Qing glanced at her and said in a frank tone,

"It's fine," she said, "It was paid for with Su Bai's card anyway."

She stuffed the dress into Song Qian's hands.

"Go change into it. Don't wear what you have on; it looks hot."

"Then… I'll buy you another one later."

Song Qian held the dress, stood at the bathroom door, looked back at Mu Qing, and said.

"Alright!"

Mu Qing had already walked to the window, pushed open the glass door, and stepped onto the balcony.

Song Qian turned back, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked in.

The door closed.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the person in the reflection.

A pale yellow floral dress with a cinched waist design, the hem reaching just below her knees.

A V-neck, revealing a bit of her collarbone.

Song Qian's skin was very fair, and against the pale yellow, it looked like a piece of warm, gentle soft jade.

The cinched waist of the dress fell right at her slimmest point, and the flared hem covered her thin hip bones, making her look less gaunt.

Song Qian pushed the door open and went out; Mu Qing turned to look at her.

"It looks great!" she said with a chuckle.

Mu Qing waved at her and said,

"Come over to the balcony; the view is great, and the sea breeze is very comfortable."

Song Qian walked over and stood on the balcony.

The sea breeze rushed toward her, carrying a salty scent and the fragrance of flowers.

Mu Qing stood beside her, her hands resting on the railing.

The two women stood side by side, facing the sea—one in light blue, the other in pale yellow.

Neither of them spoke.

The sound of the waves filled the not-too-long, not-too-short distance between them.

After a long time, Mu Qing finally spoke.

"Sister Qian, where… are you from?"

Song Qian sighed.

As expected, it had to come to this, right?

She looked at the place where the sea and sky met in the distance and said faintly,

"Cang County."

"Never heard of it."

"Yeah, it's a very small place."

Mu Qing nodded and hesitated for a moment before saying,

"You and him," Mu Qing paused, "how long have you known each other?"

Song Qian knew who "he" was.

"A few months."

Mu Qing nodded again.

"What a coincidence, me too."

Song Qian turned her head to look at her.

Mu Qing didn't look at her but gazed at the seaside alone, saying,

"You don't know, when we received your call yesterday, we were…"

Mu Qing paused.

"But he still resolutely went to find you."

Song Qian was silent for a while.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were…"

Mu Qing blinked and smiled.

"It's okay, the one who suffered the most was him anyway."

Song Qian pouted and hesitated.

"Are you… Su Bai's girlfriend?"

Mu Qing sighed lightly.

"No. A person like him, how could he be willing to be constrained by a relationship?"

Mu Qing probed.

"You should also…"

Song Qian let out a long breath and put a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I'm not either. I'm kept by him."

Mu Qing's eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing this.

"Huh?"

Song Qian said frankly,

"But it was voluntary on my part. I like him very much."

Song Qian's expression was extremely serious.

"Very, very much."

Mu Qing digested this information for a long time before saying blankly,

"Telling me something like this, don't you feel a bit…"

Song Qian shook her head.

"I haven't cheapened myself. If I could, I would rather tell the whole world about it."

She gazed at the distant coastline and said softly and firmly,

"In this life, I can only belong to him."

"Not just my body, but my spirit and soul as well."

"In my heart, he is faith, he is everything, comparable to… a god."