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The next morning was a fine day with strong sunshine.

Shen Zhao woke up in a state of soreness, and slowly opened her sleepy eyes. The sunlight leaking through the gap in the curtains was dazzling. She frowned, and subconsciously stretched out her hands to explore beside her.

The tentacles are empty, only the cold air from the air conditioner remains.

Shen Zhao was stunned, and instantly woke up, sat up and looked around quickly, looking for Song Ling in the room.

The room was quiet and dark, and Song Ling was not there.

Shen Zhao lifted off the air-conditioning quilt on his body, only wearing a crimson silk nightdress, opened the door and rushed out barefoot, looking around, and finally saw her back in the kitchen downstairs.

"A Ling—" She supported the stairs and called her.

Song Ling was cooking soup wearing an apron, when she heard a cry behind her, she turned her head and saw Shen Zhao standing at the stairs.

Shen Zhao went downstairs, rushed over, and hugged her from behind.

His side face was pressed against her back, his heart was beating wildly, he didn't say a word, he just hugged her quietly like this.

Song Ling put down the spoon in her hand, turned around, faced her face to face, and asked her in a soft voice, "Why did you wake up, why don't you sleep for a while?"

Shen Zhao raised his head, blinked his eyes twice, and muttered, "I thought you left again."

Song Ling paused her fingers, and suddenly smiled. She raised her hand to cover the broken hair on her forehead, put it gently behind her ear, and said softly, "I promised you, I won't push you away again."

"Really?" Shen Zhao asked worriedly.

Song Ling laughed, "Really."

Shen Zhao looked up at her, and said to her seriously: "Don't make decisions for me anymore. I'm not afraid of anything, and I'm not afraid of facing all this with you. The only thing I'm afraid of is that you don't want me."

Song Ling's heart was stabbed, and when she heard that sentence, she felt her heart was about to break.

She held her tightly in her arms and told her over and over again: "No, Azhao, I want you, from beginning to end, I want you."

Shen Zhao supported her arm with his hand, pulling away a little distance, she raised her eyes to meet her, narrowed her eyes, and responded with a heavy smile.

"What did you cook? It smells so good." Shen Zhao stood on tiptoe, stepping barefoot on the smooth floor tiles, feeling a little cold.

Song Ling understood, hugged her waist with both hands, lifted her up, hugged her and sat on the high chair next to her, put her hands on the bar behind her, wrapped her in her arms, and bent slightly closer She said, "Sparse rib soup, you like it."

Song Ling bent over, keeping her gaze level with her.

Shen Zhao looked at the bright eyes of the person in front of him, with an ambiguous posture, and clasped his hands on her shoulders, his white wrists naturally drooped down in a gentle arc, and the sunlight came in, just falling there, with a shimmering brilliance.

The breath is clear, mixed with the delicious food.

Shen Zhao tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, revealing his seductive and delicate collarbone. He deliberately smiled and said, "The one I like is obviously you."

"Little fairy." Song Ling smiled, lowered her head lightly, buried her jaw and neck, and lightly bit her attractive collarbone.

"Ah! It hurts..." Shen Zhao shrugged and giggled.

Crisp laughter echoed throughout the room, and those long-lost smiles climbed onto her face again.

"Song Ling, I really love you, what should I do?" Shen Zhao asked her with a smile.

Happiness can also dazzle people's minds, just like at this moment, she asked these nonsensical and stupid questions.

But Song Ling is obsessed with this kind of her, that is Shen Zhao who loves her, Shen Zhao who loves her helplessly but is still firm.

"Then keep loving and love a little more, okay?" Song Ling coaxed her.

Shen Zhao smiled: "Okay."

Song Ling looked at the joy on the brows of her brows, and her mood improved unknowingly.

She let go of her, turned around and was about to leave, saying, "I'm going to get a slipper..."

"No, I'll take it myself." Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhao jumped off the high stool, rushed to the entrance hall, bent over and took out a pair of furry rabbit slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Song Ling smiled and said, "Go wash up first, the soup will be ready soon."

Shen Zhao: "Okay."

After finishing the soup, Shen Zhao got up to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. Song Ling wanted to reach out, but she stopped her and said, "I'll do it."

After finishing speaking, before she reached out her hand, she packed up the dishes and went to the sink.

There were only two small bowls, and Shen Zhao was not used to the dishwasher, so he washed them directly.

"A Ling..."

Song Ling was cleaning the table, heard her answer, and waited for her to continue speaking.

Shen Zhao continued, "Let's go to the hospital today."

Song Ling's hands stopped, and she didn't answer her immediately. The air became stagnant and quiet for a moment. After a while, Song Ling agreed to her: "Okay."

Shen Zhao didn't turn his head, and when he heard the voice behind him, he pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

After dinner, Song Ling drove Shen Zhao, and the two went to the hospital together.

Because the examination had already been done before, and the examination report was still there, and the attending physician was Dr. Wang last time. This time, Meng Yunan was also there.

Seeing the two reconciled, Meng Yunan was slightly taken aback, probably not expecting that Song Ling would be persuaded by Hui Shen Zhao.

Dr. Wang made a comprehensive analysis again and said: "The biggest risk of MDS is that it will transform into acute leukemia, because the function of hematopoietic stem cells is destroyed, so the only way to cure it is to have suitable stem cell transplantation, of course it depends on the later stage. The tolerance of the recipient, so the whole process, the probability of successful cure is not high, but it is not impossible, everything is unknown."

Listening to these professional terms, Shen Zhao could only breathe oppressively.Because of her father, she can basically understand a little bit.

The death of my father was not caused by the operation, but my body tolerated and adapted after the operation.

Once rejection occurs and the infection is severe, the body will be very bad.

Song Ling held Shen Zhao, pressed her hand to comfort her.

She had known these consequences a long time ago. Because of the low cure rate, she had prepared for the worst early on.

That's why she made that decision.

Dr. Wang continued: "At present, we still adopt a conservative treatment method, using drugs first, and chemotherapy in a small area, to see if we can suppress the improvement."

Hearing the word chemotherapy, Shen Zhao was pulled back to those days in the past. For more than half a year, she experienced such days, and she was in the torment of fear and fear every day.

In the past, she always believed that her father would get better. With that kind of hope, everything was hopeful, but now she experienced it again, but she was afraid.

After leaving the consulting room, Shen Zhao couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She turned her back and raised her head to force the tears back into her eyes, because she was afraid that Song Ling would be sad if she saw it.

Song Ling looked at her profile, and the emotions she was trying to hold back.

What she worries and dreads is such a moment.

She could bear the torment of illness, but she couldn't bear it. She watched Shen Zhao worrying about her.

From hopeful to hopeless.

Such a painful and tormenting process is much more cruel than having no hope from the beginning.

Song Ling pressed her into her arms, stroked her head, and comforted her gently: "Ah Zhao, don't cry, I will hold on, even for you, I will hold on."

When Shen Zhao heard her words, she couldn't hold back her tears. She bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying, because she was afraid that the people around her would hear it.

At this moment, she suddenly understood the previous decision of the person in front of her.

People are always like this, no matter how much pain they have suffered, they don't want their loved ones to worry about them.It's not a kind of selfishness, it's just the helplessness of deep love, but it's an instinctive reaction.

Instinctively, he couldn't care about gains and losses, but simply didn't want to make her sad.Just like at this moment, she didn't want Song Ling to see her cry.