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In the ward late at night, there was no sound at all.

Song Ling sat by the bed, her eyes fell gently on the side face of the person on the bed, and the words Chi Zhoubai just said echoed in her mind over and over again.

For four whole years, she has been taking care of Ah Zhao.

She really should be grateful to her. If Ah Zhao hadn't met her back then, maybe at this moment, she would never see this person in front of her again.

For the rest of her life, she will treat her well for the rest of her life.

"Azhao, can you hear me? I will never let you go again, I will love you forever, love you, and will not make you feel wronged again, I will use up everything in the rest of my life to be good to you .”

Shen Zhao lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes closed tightly, her long eyelashes hanging down, casting a shadow in the reflection of the light, she didn't react at all, her face was as pale as paper, and it seemed that the next second would be from her eyes disappear.

This appearance is shocking and disturbing to look at.

Song Ling stretched out her hand to hold her palm, pressed it against her cheek to warm it up, and guarded her quietly like this.

The whole night, at three o'clock in the morning, Shen Zhao gradually woke up.

In the early morning, the hospital was quiet everywhere. She struggled to open her eyes, seeing a dazzling white light. She frowned, feeling weak and exhausted in her stomach. She tried her best to pull the corners of her chapped lips and moved , only to realize that his left hand was held in the palm of his hand.

Lying there, she glanced over with her long eyes down, and caught a glimpse of the person lying on the bedside who had already fallen asleep.

Half of the line of sight was covered by the horn, only her profile was vaguely seen.

It's Song Ling.

The light and shadow shone on her side face, there was no blemish on the porcelain cheeks, and there was a faint light, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were slightly curled up, and the mole of tears was slightly hidden at the end of her eyes Down.

Such a quiet moment made her feel a little dazed for a while.

For four full years, she has never seen such a scene again.

Calm, warm, nothing exists, just quietly by her side.

The eye sockets gradually became sour, covered with a layer of mist of tears, and the light shone into waves in an instant.

Shen Zhao gently pulled out her hand, almost at the same time, Song Ling suddenly woke up, she quickly raised her head, looked at the person on the bed, and said happily: "Ah Zhao, you are awake..."

Shen Zhao felt exhausted all over, his mind was floating like water, and his thoughts were also drifting lazily.

But she could still vaguely remember what happened, she remembered that Song Ling took her back, and she carried her upstairs...

Trying to raise the corners of her lips, she wanted to say something, but she didn't have the strength to say a word.

Song Ling stood up, leaned over to her, and asked eagerly, "Is there any pain or discomfort?"

Shen Zhao was so tired that she couldn't speak, and she even felt tired to breathe. She pulled the corners of her mouth and tried to say: "Water..."

Song Ling heard it, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, I'll go pour some water."

After making hot water in advance, Song Ling turned around and strode towards the table, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water, then mixed it with the cold boiled water next to it, and made it into a glass of warm boiled water and walked to the bed.

Song Ling sat by the bed, half-supported Shen Zhao, let her lean in her arms, and held a water cup to feed her water.

After drinking alcohol and infusing most of the night's fluids, people tend to become exhausted and dehydrated.

Song Ling poured several glasses of water, and just fed her like this and drank them all.

Song Ling put down the water glass and asked her again: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Shen Zhao stared at Song Ling for a long time with her cloudy eyes open, she didn't know whether it was because she was too weak, or because she just woke up, but there was a trance in her eyes, she blinked her eyes lightly, and then hummed softly .

Song Ling quickly helped her out of the bed again, supported her with both hands, let her sit on the edge of the bed, and stood in front of her half bent.

She turned around and said, "I'll carry you on my back."

Shen Zhao was silent, did not refuse, and leaned over her.

Song Ling saw that she would not speak now, and did not make trouble anymore, like a docile cat, her heart calmed down.

Song Ling carried her on her back, walked to the bathroom next to her, helped her down, and half hugged her waist.

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes, tried his best to raise the corners of his lips, and said with some embarrassment: "I will do it myself."

The room was quiet in the middle of the night, and every little sound seemed amplified and crystal clear.

Song Ling didn't let go, but clasped her waist with both hands, looked at her side face, and asked gently: "And me, do you still want to do this?"

They have been honest with each other countless times, and they are closer than the closest people in the world.

But after being in a trance for four years, now he is colder than a stranger.

Shen Zhao was silent and did not speak.

Song Ling glanced at her, not allowing her to refuse, she opened her lips and said, "Hold me, I'll help you."

Shen Zhao raised his eyes to look at her, the four eyes met, only fingertips were far away, and she could even feel the breath of whispering.

The wine has already woken up, and at this moment he is sober.

Or maybe such a close distance is more intoxicating than alcohol. Shen Zhao raised his hands in a mysterious way, wrapped them around her neck, and handed over his whole body to her.

In an embarrassing posture, I finished going to the bathroom.

Shen Zhao's pale cheeks were slightly stained with a little blush, Song Ling glanced sideways, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

She is still the same as before, obviously she has been close to countless times, but every time she will be shy.

Perhaps everything in the past was too beautiful, but it made their relationship bland and alienated at this moment.

Song Ling carried her back to the hospital bed again, Shen Zhao pulled off the quilt, turned sideways, and turned his back to the person behind him.

Song Ling stood by the bed, bent down to her, and her eyes lightly fell on her side face.

She paused, then murmured softly: "Azhao... from now on, no matter what happens, I will never give up on you."

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes lightly, the light in his eyes faded, and fell to the empty space.

"I know, maybe no matter what I do, I won't be able to make up for the hurt you've suffered, but this time, I won't give up." Song Ling pursed her lips slightly and looked at her. She could feel that the person in front of her loved her. Well, for four whole years, her heart has not changed, she still cares, but she hurt her too deeply and told her to close that heart.

Song Ling looked straight at her, and said firmly: "Azhao, this time, I want to pursue you again, in the usual way, whether you accept it or not, I will recognize you. I only recognize you as one person."

The room was silent, Shen Zhao looked sideways and lowered his eyes, quietly listening to what she said, his eyes gradually clouded with tears, she didn't know what she should do, and she didn't know what was right and what was wrong. is wrong.

It had already been missed, four years ago, from the moment she left, it was over.

"Song Ling, if you miss it, you miss it." Her voice was as hoarse as sand, "You can turn back, but I can no longer be the old Shen Zhao."

The lonely words are full of despair and sadness.

Song Ling lowered her eyes, and her eyes gradually became blurred. She tried her best to smile, and said without giving up: "Then let me find the former Ah Zhao again, okay?"

Shen Zhao couldn't say a word anymore, her throat hurt like being cut by a knife, tears slipped into her hair, she bit her lip tightly, trembling and sobbing.

How much she wanted to go back to the past, when nothing happened.

She can love her without caring about anything, the love that was exchanged for the things she discarded, she once kept it carefully, but it disappeared later, and now she has nothing to discard to restore it again.

She can't afford it, and she can't ask for it anymore.

Shen Zhao closed his eyes, buried his face half in the quilt, and said in a desperate voice with tears in his voice: "You go, Song Ling, go, don't come back..."

Song Ling can feel her pain at this moment, she wants to go up to hug her, hug her and kiss her, she understands how deeply that heart hurts, maybe even with all the love and kindness in her life to warm it, she can't cover it through.

But she won't give up.

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The light shone on the colorful glazed windows and fell in front of the windows, reflecting oppressive light and shadow.

The man was sitting under the window, the light and shadow just fell on his shoulder, and the dust was floating in the air.

The room was dark, and the people on the bed gradually woke up.

Xiang Jin slowly opened her eyes, a feeling of dizziness enveloped the sky, the faint light, the scorching temperature, there was an illusion of bringing her back from the dead...

Is she dead or alive...

"Are you awake?" the man asked softly.

Xiang Jin blinked her eyelashes weakly, and the familiar voice echoed in her ears. She had no strength at all, and even opening her eyes seemed to consume all her energy. She only opened them for a moment, then couldn't hold on anymore, and closed her eyes again. Passed out.

Wei Qiliang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the bed, seeing that she was not moving, he couldn't help but frowned, and asked displeasedly, "Why haven't you woken up yet?"

Standing next to her was a woman in a white coat, with blue eyes and blond hair, who explained softly: "Miss Xiang has been in a coma for too long, her internal organs and limbs have been silent for too long, she doesn't have much strength now, but I have given She took a dose of medicine, and she should be able to wake up at night."

Wei Qiliang was silent for a moment and did not answer her.

Three years ago, Xiang Jin was shot in Jiangcheng and was sent to the hospital. Although he was rescued in time and saved his life, he became a vegetative state and fell into a coma for three years.

But he was probably still young, and he miraculously woke up again.

He worked hard to get the person out, but he didn't want to leave a useless cripple.

When Chen Shengtang's case was found out on Chen Dayu, he met Xiang Jin when he was solving Chen Shengtang.From the age of 15, he kept her by his side. For 13 years, she was a poisonous snake kept by his side. He pampered her, doted on her, and no matter what she wanted, he agreed.

He knew very well what kind of person he was, he was the best poisonous snake soaked in the poisonous gu, born cold, ruthless, righteous, and even less loving.

He put shackles on her and allowed her to act recklessly within his sight, killing and setting fire, but she was not allowed to leave.

Standing behind him, Chen Dayu caught a glimpse of the indifferent expression on his face, but did not see any expression of concern or distress at all.

People always heard that Brother Wei liked that little girl, but after so many days, he felt that Brother Wei didn't care that much about this vicious and vicious girl.

Chen Dayu guessed that Wei Qiliang would not treat her like he used to, so he bent over and suggested cautiously: "Brother Wei, if you ask me, keeping this bitch is always a disaster, and the police on the other side of Jiangcheng have been investigating more and more closely in recent years." You tried so hard to get her out of the hospital, didn't you ask someone to find you?"

Wei Qiliang pursed his thin lips calmly, gave a long oh, and asked him, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Chen Dayu followed Wei Qiliang through life and death for many years, worked hard for him, and thought he had two points of weight. Seeing that Wei Qiliang asked him for advice at the moment, he showed his true nature for a while, and said with a smile: "Since it's useless to keep it, let's throw it half dead." Go back to Jiangcheng, tell those gangsters to mess around again, so as to buy some time for the cargo ship..."

Wei Qiliang narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked sideways at the person beside him, his eyes were solemn and sharp, just one look scared Chen Dayu to death, and he fell silent before he finished speaking.

In fact, it's just a toy.He won't touch her, and he won't allow others to touch her.

In time, she will be his best knife.