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Song Ling drove home with Shen Zhao. Shen Zhao got out of the car and went upstairs alone without waiting for Song Ling to park the car.

Song Ling stood downstairs, looking up at the back of the upstairs, indifferent and decisive, making her feel a little dazed for a moment.

Shen Zhao went into the bathroom, closed the door, and made a bang.

Song Ling stood there, dazed for a while, and then lowered her eyes in a lonely way.

The phone rang, pulling back Song Ling's thoughts.

She picked up her phone and looked down to see Meng Yunan's caller ID on the screen.

She connected, her voice was light: "Hello."

Hearing her weak and tired voice, Meng Yunan unconsciously asked her, "Is she still not well?"

Song Ling didn't speak, and she was silent for a moment before asking her: "Call me, what's the matter?"

It was only then that Meng Yunan remembered the purpose of her phone call, and she said: "The calming pills you took last time should be almost finished, right? I'm going to your place to see her, do a checkup, and bring you some by the way."

Song Ling: "Okay, when are you coming?"

Meng Yunan: "Let's wait, my side is over."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ling just put away the phone and turned off the screen, when suddenly the voice rang again.

She caught a glimpse of the caller ID on it, fell silent for a moment, then hung up the phone without thinking.

But hang up, the bell rang again.

Several times, Song Ling frowned, but had no choice but to connect.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the sky that was already lightly raining outside, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"Sister, I miss you." Came the warm voice.

Song Ling heard the voice in the receiver. For some reason, when she heard this voice before, she never had any thoughts, but at this moment, she couldn't tell what it was like.

The clues from the police station, what A Zhao said, and what happened that night...

It's too weird, she never has a moment of confusion, no matter how drunk she is, as long as she doesn't want to, no one can force her to do what she doesn't want to do, unless she doesn't know it at all.

Whether she has done it, she knows very well.

She wouldn't touch Xiang Jin, let alone when she and Ah Zhao were in a cold war, but under the circumstances at that time, even a fool could know what happened to them...

As long as there is a possibility, everything is done by Xiang Jin.

She instinctively didn't want to believe such a fact, but then Ah Zhao ran into that scene again, and then there was an accident. In addition, at the police today, Ah Zhao heard "Miss Jing" in the kidnapper's mouth, and there was no reason The word "Ling" that appeared...everything, I have to believe that there is indeed a conspiracy.

Song Ling's eyes dimmed, and she suddenly asked her in a deep voice, "Let me ask you, Ah Zhao saw you that day, didn't he?"

Xiang Jin was stunned for a moment, and when he heard the questioning voice on the phone, he was silent for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips and asked with a smile: "What day is sister talking about?"

Song Ling was slightly annoyed, she hated this feeling so much, she unknowingly increased her tone: "You know which day I'm talking about!"

Xiang Jin knew that this matter could not be concealed, and Shen Zhao was beside her at the moment, Bao Buqi would tell her what happened that day, she simply admitted: "Yes, she came to you, just happened to meet us at..."

"Enough!" Song Ling was finally angry, interrupted her sharply, and then asked again: "I will ask you one last time, did you participate in Ah Zhao's accident?! Come back and listen to the truth."

Xiang Jin was silent again, she couldn't be sure what the police had found out, or what Dahei had leaked so that Song Ling got the handle, she was at a stalemate for a while, but at the end of her hesitation, she was still sure that Song Ling didn't get it. Evidence, he said: "No, I don't know anything."

But even so, her hesitation and silence had already betrayed herself.

Song Ling remained silent, staring at the white mist outside the window, silent for a long time, and finally said indifferently: "You have changed."

Sitting by the bed, Xiang Jin heard the indifferent voice on the phone, his eyes darkened.

Has she changed?

No, hasn't she always been like this...

Song Ling didn't wait for the answer on the phone, and hung up the phone directly.

She looked indifferently at the note name on the screen, maybe she never knew her, just like Meng Yunan once told her, but she didn't believe it, she had to wait until it was irretrievable before starting to doubt.

Back upstairs, Shen Zhao was still in the bathroom. Song Ling pushed the door and went in. The moment she turned the doorknob, the people inside turned their heads in panic. At the same time, a card fell to the ground with a thud .

Song Ling stood by the door, looking down at the ID card on the ground in front of her.

His eyes stayed on her face, he caught a glimpse of her flustered expression, he was slightly stunned, then he knelt down to pick up the ID card on the ground, the person in the photo looked young and had a bright smile on his face.

A young girl looks the same every year. If she is less than 20 years old, everything is beautiful and beautiful.

Song Ling pinched the ID card with both hands, as if she could see through the thoughts of the person in front of her, and she was silent for a long time. She remembered that she had told her before that she would never have freedom, dignity and equality in front of her, and would never Don't respect her opinion.

Yes, at that time she was only a substitute, a substitute without dignity and thoughts.

how hurtful...

She took half a step towards her, handed the things to Shen Zhao's palm, and said softly, "You can keep this for yourself."

Shen Zhao glanced down at the ID card in his hand, then looked up at her.

Song Ling fixed her eyes, at this moment, she just wanted to treat her well, and only hoped that there was still time for everything.

"Azhao, I won't force you anymore, I will respect you and love you." She squinted her eyes and said affectionately and sincerely.

Shen Zhaowei twitched the corner of his lower lip, lowered his eyes not to look at her, and smiled bitterly: "That's your business, if you respect me, let me go."

Song Ling curled up her palms slightly, still unable to let go, she said humbly: "Only this one, Ah Zhao, as I said, I don't want to lose you."

Shen Zhao looked up at her, his eyes dimmed, "What else do you say?" He stretched out his hand and pushed her away, Shen Zhao didn't want to discuss such meaningless topics with her anymore, some things, if you miss it, you miss it, irreversible, and what's more, unforgivable.

Song Ling was pushed and staggered. She stood by the door and looked at Shen Zhao's cold back.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang downstairs.

It was Meng Yunan who came.

Song Ling went downstairs to open the door, Meng Yunan came in with a big box on her back, caught a glimpse of her bleak face, and teased with a smile: "Where is the usually high-spirited President Song? Are you just going to give up like this?"

There were tears in Song Ling's eyes, she frowned and endured it, and said in a decadent voice: "It's my fault, everything is my fault, I started this relationship with the most embarrassing relationship, no wonder she hates me. "

Seeing her niece's sadness, Meng Yunan felt sour in her heart, she had never seen her like this before.

Such things cannot be avoided. From the very beginning, she knew that such a day would come when she first saw Shen Zhao. No matter how many times others told her, she would never be able to understand it. Only when she experienced it herself, would she know what she cared about. .

But for this result, the price paid was too great.

Meng Yunan sighed deeply, walked towards the stairs, and said, "Go up."

In the upstairs room, as usual, Shen Zhao sat in front of the window with his knees folded, without doing anything or saying a word, just sitting there with all hope lost.

She was like a withered tree, only the roots buried in the soil remained, Song Ling had no choice but to hope that the root would come back to life and bloom the hopeful flowers.

Meng Yunan pushed open the door, stood by the door and looked at the people in the room, as well as the bleak and empty room, it was really no different from a prison cell.She asked lightly, "Has she always been like this?"

Song Ling didn't speak, she stepped into the room, walked to the bed, walked up to Shen Zhao, bent down and called her softly: "Azhao, ask aunt to do a checkup for you."

Shen Zhao was stunned for a long while before finally turning around and looking at the person at the door.

The moment she saw Meng Yunan, Shen Zhao suddenly thought of her father coming. For half a year, she thought there was hope, but in the end, it was nothing...

Meng Yunan walked towards her and gently comforted her: "Zhao Zhao, let me do a simple examination for you, and then take a blood and urine test."

In addition to causing psychological harm to people, drugs also have great harm to the body, some of which are even lifelong.

Meng Yunan could only help her as much as possible and give her regular checkups.

Shen Zhao has a shadow on the hospital. She spent the most difficult period of her life there, for half a year, and finally lost her only relative, so she refused to go to the hospital. Whenever she smelled the disinfectant, she would vomit physiologically. Meng Yunan I had to bring some simple inspection devices. Fortunately, blood collection and urine collection are not troublesome.

Shen Zhao didn't speak, Meng Yunan reached out to help her, Shen Zhao didn't resist, just slowly helped her get out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

Song Ling followed quickly, Meng Yunan turned around and said to her, "You should stay outside."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, stopped and did not follow.

Shen Zhao's newly bought mobile phone was placed beside the bed, and the screen suddenly lit up, and a message came.

Song Ling walked over, the new phone hadn't been locked yet, so she saw the content of the text message at a glance.

[Railway 12468: The ticket you bought is S809, No. 12 Car No. 18C, Jiangcheng Station-Tingcheng Station, open at 19:36, ticket gate...]

Fingers paused in the mid-air of the screen, Song Ling was stunned for a long time, until the screen went dark again, until it was turned off before regaining consciousness.

Is she still going to leave her...

In the bathroom, Shen Zhao cooperated with Meng Yunan to do all the sampling.Wearing a mask and gloves, she looked at Shen Zhao and said lightly, "Is there really no room for change?"

Shen Zhao sat there, his eyes fell on his feet, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Once, twice, three times... I really can't tell what is true and what is false. Have you experienced it before?" The feeling of despair?" She looked up at her, "It's more painful than killing me, have you ever experienced it?"

Meng Yunan didn't say a word, she wouldn't persuade others to be kind without the pain of others, what position does she have to let her and Song Ling reconcile after all this happened?She only stood in Song Ling's position, but never thought about it from her point of view.

There is no God's perspective in love, and no one knows where they can go. How can she be sure that they will have an ending?

Just like what A Huan said, the most taboo in love is hurting people's hearts. It's really hard to save a heart. How can she do things that they can't do by themselves...