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Song Ling stared at the person in front of her in a daze, her eyes were no longer bright, only the overwhelming hatred remained.

She hates her, Ah Zhao hates her...

Yeah, she caused it all, and she wouldn't have suffered through it all if she hadn't been approached.

It was her who ruined her little by little, from body to heart.

It was clearly within the distance in front of my eyes, but I couldn't get any closer.

Song Ling clenched her fingers slightly, she wanted to hold her in her arms, but the hatred in those eyes was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart fiercely, the pain was worse than death .

Shen Zhao stared at Song Ling fiercely, her body gradually slid down, and she fell to the ground like a monster who was neither human nor ghost.A large amount of addictive substances were injected into her body. At this moment, desire is clamoring, swallowing her whole body. It is a deadly poison, but at this moment, she is extremely eager for it.

Song Ling half-kneeled on the ground, holding her arm, seeing her sudden struggle, her expression froze, she was frightened and called her: "Azhao, Azhao!"

Meng Yunan noticed her abnormality, and quickly walked over and knelt down to support her.Shen Zhao's whole body shivered uncontrollably, she raised her hand to touch her forehead, she felt a slight fever, her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the fine and dense pinholes on her arm, she immediately grabbed her hand, He frowned and asked, "What is this?"

Song Ling looked at her, with struggling pain in her expression, she said silently: "She has been injected with something and is still being checked."

Meng Yunan gritted her teeth with hatred, "Help her up!"

Shen Zhao was helped onto the bed, she clenched her fists and struggled, but her body was too weak and she had no strength at all.Reason was swallowed by desire, like a lunatic, she screamed: "Let me go! Let go! Dad, I'm going to find Dad, let me go!!"

Song Ling saw her become like this, worried and afraid, she had never seen such an out-of-control Shen Zhao, she didn't know what she suffered and why she became like this, she didn't know what to do, she could only instinctively He held her tightly with both hands, preventing her from escaping.

"Song Ling, I hate you! I hate you!! Let me go!! I hate you forever!!" Shen Zhao lowered his head and bit her arm, using all the strength she had left, biting hard with.

Song Ling's face was ugly, she wrapped her hands tightly around her, pressed her chin firmly on her forehead, and said coldly to Meng Yunan: "Give her a sedative!"

Meng Yunan caught a glimpse of her arm bleeding from the bite, and was immediately stunned in fright.

She hurriedly turned around and left the room to call for someone.

Shen Zhao was extremely sensitive to the tactile sensation of the needle hole when the needle was inserted into her lower back and under the tailbone. The moment the needle was inserted, she shivered and shivered, her vision gradually became blurred, and her consciousness began to slacken. In the dark, he finally lost all strength and fainted in Song Ling's arms.

Song Ling half hugged her, unwilling to leave for a moment, her lips were slightly cool, pressed against her forehead, and whispered in her mouth: "Don't be afraid, Ah Zhao, don't be afraid..."

The murmuring sound seemed to be comforting her, but also comforting himself.

She didn't know how long she could last, except for letting her fall asleep like this, she didn't even seem to have the courage to face her.

Does she want to imprison and tie her up for the rest of her life?

Meng Yunan got Shen Zhao's inspection report first, but Song Ling didn't have the courage to read it, so she lowered her eyes and asked her in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Meng Yunan held the piece of paper with restrained anger.Who is so vicious to treat a girl under the age of 20 like this?

"It's Yi Bing." Meng Yunan said, "The blood content is not low. Judging from her reaction, she is already addicted."

Song Ling's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, surrounded by bone-chilling chill and despair.

Tears resolutely dripped from her eyes, she raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred, filled with scarlet and revenge: "Have you found anyone yet?!"

Meng Yunan tightly pressed her lips together and shook her head lightly.

Why on earth, who can Ah Zhao offend?

Could it be that she should suffer all these pains in vain? !

She guarded her day and night, but she slacked off for a day, and then she was targeted by someone. Is it a coincidence, or was it planned for a long time, or that person came after her at all?

Ah Zhao just suffered all these crimes for her?

The only clue was that Ah Zhao entered the villa area, and the only suspicious thing was the car. When did A Zhao get into that car?

Before bumping into Xiang Jin, or after?

Thoughts were in chaos, Song Ling's mind was full of scattered fragments, and nothing could put together a complete clue map.

Song Ling looked up at Meng Yunan, and asked her in a deep voice, "How do I get rid of this?"

Meng Yunan has not had complete contact with patients infected with drugs, and only understands a little superficially: "Drugs are not the same as being sick. The things that are taken outside can only be used as aids. To quit, she can only rely on herself. Fortunately, she It wasn't long after the contact, but the dose was too much, and there were more than a dozen dense pinholes on her arm." Meng Yunan couldn't continue speaking, and his voice gradually choked up, "As long as she can persevere and get through the most uncomfortable stage, there will be more pain in the future." OK."

Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Shen Zhao's body tightly, and she stuck to her smooth forehead with nostalgia, and there was firmness in her eyes. She said in a daze: "I will be with her, no matter how hard it is, I will All with her."

From now on, she will love her with all her life and never let her suffer the slightest harm.

The night outside the window was pitch black, and Song Ling thought of something vaguely. The last time the funeral home agreed with her was three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already dark now...

Song Ling hurriedly called to inquire, but the other end hadn't contacted Song Ling for a long time, so she didn't dare to act independently, so she stayed for half a day longer.

Song Ling carried Shen Zhao on her back, Meng Yunan saw this and quickly called her to stop, "She is too weak now to catch the cold."

With her on her back, Song Ling walked to the door and stopped, without turning her head, she only tilted her head slightly and said, "If I don't see Chonghua one last time, she will definitely regret it in the future."

Meng Yunan pursed her lips and did not speak any more. No one knew Shen Zhao better than A Ling through this kind of experience.

She hated her father all her life, and when it was time to die, she didn't even see her father for the last time.Even though Ah Ling didn't say anything, she still knew that she couldn't let go.

Blood is thicker than water, and some regrets will make people feel guilty for a lifetime.

Shen Zhao fell asleep all the time, Song Ling carried her downstairs and drove her to the funeral home to meet her only relative.

The car stopped at the entrance of the funeral parlor, and Song Ling stopped the car.

It was drizzling outside, and there was a faint dim light at the door. Song Ling stopped there and turned her head to look at the person in the seat next to her. She goes away.

After unfastening her seat belt, Song Ling got out of the car and walked around to the other side of the car door. She leaned in and called her, her voice was soft, she was afraid that she would see her out of control, and she was afraid that she would not be able to wake her up.

Reaching out to unfasten Shen Zhao's seat belt, Song Ling held her face with both hands, and called her again: "Azhao, wake up, Azhao..."

Shen Zhao had a splitting headache. She heard a familiar voice and tried to wake up, but her body seemed to be pressed by something, and she couldn't wake up no matter what.

After struggling for a long time, the eyes opened a gap, and the blurred shadows gradually merged. She stared at the face, and was stunned for a long time, her eyes were dull as if she didn't recognize her.

Song Ling was frightened by such staring eyes, she kept calling her: "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao's face was silent, without a trace of expression, and suddenly he only opened his lips and said coldly: "Get out."

Song Ling stopped there with her hands in a daze, she looked into those eyes, they were dark and deep, the former innocence was no longer there, only monstrous hatred remained.

Song Ling withdrew her hand, afraid of angering her, and backed out of the car.

Shen Zhao raised his tired eyelids and looked out of the window, all the expressions in his eyes suddenly froze.

She opened the door in a panic, got out of the car, and rushed inside.

Song Ling quickly grabbed her with sharp eyes and said frightenedly, "Ah Zhao, don't do this!"

Shen Zhao turned around, and when he saw her face, his out-of-control emotions surged again. She struggled like crazy, patted her, beat her, and wailed: "Get out!! I don't want to see you!! You go!"

There was despair in Song Ling's eyes, she held her arm regretfully, and hissed to persuade her: "Ah Zhao, how can you let him go at ease?"

Shen Zhaoning looked at that disgusted face, suddenly smiled, and said with trembling crying, "Song Ling, if it is destined to end like this, I would rather die than beg you!"

Shaking off her hand, Shen Zhao turned and ran towards the inside.

Running to the end of the corridor, Shen Zhao suddenly stopped.

A dimly lit house with nothing in it but a cart.

He was lying there with a white cloth covering his body from head to toe, not showing a little.

Just lying there like that, surrounded by darkness and emptiness, motionless.

Shen Zhao's heels gave way, and she nearly fell to the ground. She leaned on the wall and walked in, but her tears couldn't flow, her eyes were dry, and her throat hurt.

He vaguely remembered that misty morning before dawn, he followed her, one after the other, and sent her to the station, she didn't even say a few words to him.

As the fog thickened, she saw that figure gradually disappearing into the distance, the only relative in her life.

She had regretted countless times, not being able to meet this man earlier, not being able to live in his life, not being with him for a longer period of time, not telling him that morning that meeting him was her lifelong wish Lucky……

At that time, it was the last time she bonded with him.

He was sick, but never told her.

Even when he died, he never said a word to her...

With the worst outcome in mind, she planned to spend the last time of her life by his side, but she really never thought about it. In the end, she didn't even see her for the last time.

There are too many regrets, each of them makes her distraught, and the pain seems to swallow her up.

"Dad..." She couldn't bear it anymore, rushed over and shouted, "Dad, look at Zhaozhao, Dad, Dad...you wake up and hurt Zhaozhao, okay? Dad..."