Chapter 79

After the inspection, Meng Yunan and Shen Zhao came out of the bathroom. Song Ling stood in front of the window and turned around when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him. His eyes fell on Shen Zhao, and he said lightly, "Are you ready?"

Shen Zhao did not return to her, and walked to the bed without raising his eyes.

Seeing this, Meng Yunan hummed softly, and said, "The recovery is not bad. I will go back to the hospital for testing, and I will send you a specific report when I have a specific report."

Song Ling nodded and said ok.

Meng Yunan glanced at the person who was lying on the bed with his back turned away, and said, "It will be difficult to quit this completely. You need to be prepared both physically and psychologically. This is a long-term job, and it is also very important to stay in a good mood."

Shen Zhao was still indifferent, Song Ling understood, nodded to Meng Yunan and said, "I know, I'll take you downstairs."

After finishing speaking, Meng Yunan packed up and left, and Song Ling took her downstairs. Before leaving, Meng Yunan said some words of comfort, and Song Ling was also depressed, and did not listen to a word or two.

She nodded and said, "I see, you drive carefully on the road."

Meng Yunan hummed, turned around and stepped into the rain with an umbrella.

After closing the door again, Song Ling stood at the door for a while, full of thoughts about the text message he just saw.

Ah Zhao is leaving her...

Going upstairs and returning to the room, Song Ling stood there, looking at the back of the bed, suddenly a deep weakness poured out of his body.

She was lying there, within arm's reach, but they would never go back to where they were before.

Song Ling walked over gently and stepped on the soft carpet. There was no sound in the silent room. She sat beside the bed and stared at her silently.

When she went out the door, her body was already weak, and she closed her eyes and took a nap after lying in bed for a while, but she probably didn't sleep well, and her brows were wrinkled tightly when she fell asleep.

Song Ling reached out her hand unconsciously, her fingers froze in mid-air, and lightly landed on her eyebrows, she rubbed gently, trying to soothe her inner unease.

Shen Zhao suddenly woke up, she had a dream, dreaming that she stepped into the abyss of the cliff, Song Ling was standing on the edge of the cliff, she wanted to reach out and grab her, but she just stood there, indifferent and helpless. Watch it fall.

"Song Ling—" Shen Zhao suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm beside her, opened his eyes and shouted in horror.

Song Ling heard her shouting, leaned over her arms and half supported her beside her, wrapped her in his arms, and kept calling her softly, "Azhao, Azhao..."

Shen Zhao's thoughts were still stuck in the dream just now, and he didn't react for a while. He stared blankly at the face in front of him. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was real or fake.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her terrified face, her whole body did not respond, she just stared at herself sluggishly, as if she had lost the body of her soul, she lowered her head to her face in distress, and whispered: "Azhao, I am not afraid, I am not afraid. now..."

The lips were attached to her eyebrows and eyes, running along her face, rubbing against her ears, kissing the corners of her lips...

The picture of Song Ling and Xiang Jin together that day gradually appeared in his mind, Shen Zhao suddenly reacted, she stretched out her hand and pushed her away, and shouted like crazy: "Go away!! Song Ling, get out of here! You don't want to. Touch me, don't touch..." She gradually burst into tears and said emotionally, "I feel sick!"

She sat up in a hurry, and kept backing away like a snake and scorpion, until she retreated to the side of the bed, tears could not help dripping down, panic and despair. Except that day when she woke up from the hospital after the accident, Song Ling had never seen Shen Zhao like this. She always thought she was emotionally stable, but who knows, just a kiss would make her like this.

Does she really hate her to the bone?

Song Ling's eyes were red, and she looked at her silently. She didn't dare to touch her, for fear that she would lose control again.

Such A Zhao was caused by her.

If let her go, she will become what she used to be, if don't see her again, let her go back to Tingcheng and beside Rui Sier, and she will slowly get better?

But she really can't bear, really can't bear...

I don't know how long it took, Shen Zhao stuck to the innermost side of the bed, where she squatted barefoot, buried her head between her knees, closed her eyes motionlessly, and suddenly shivered uncontrollably, The coldness came from the top of her head, making her feel agitated.

Song Ling saw that her shoulders kept shaking, and knew that she had started again.

As soon as the emotions get out of control, the addiction will relapse.

Song Ling jumped onto the bed in shock and approached her, clutching her shoulders tightly, trying to imprison her. She sat in front of her and looked down to see that she was biting her lip, with fine sweat all over her forehead. Song Ling was afraid that she would bite her, so she quickly grabbed her jaw with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth, and coaxing her, "Azhao, let go, bite my hand, will you let go?"

Shen Zhao's lips gradually loosened, her teeth trembled, she felt that heart-wrenching desire screaming in her bones, the hand was right in front of her, she grabbed Song Ling's hand and bit it hard.

Song Ling frowned, and the pain spread from her palm to her heart. If the pain could make her hate less, she would rather die in pain.

She knelt there on one knee, held Shen Zhao halfway in her arms, pressed it against her chest, and comforted her over and over again: "Azhao, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

The three words 'I'm sorry' are probably the most helpless words in the world. She can't relieve Ah Zhao's hatred, much less her pain, and can't make up for the mistakes she made.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Zhao's body gradually calmed down. She was completely weak and collapsed against Song Ling. She said blankly, "Song Ling, kill me."

Song Ling's heart stabbed fiercely, she lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips silently.

She held her in her arms, motionless, and the two sat in front of the window like this, from dawn to dusk.

The rain outside the house has not stopped, dripping dripping from the eaves, hitting the windowsill, ticking non-stop.

The room gradually became dark, and there was no light at all. Song Ling looked down at the person in her arms, motionless, and her breathing gradually became steady, knowing that she was probably asleep.

Song Ling laid her down and pulled the quilt to cover her.

Her arm was still in her arms, and she didn't let go. Song Ling was afraid of waking her up, so she lay beside her like this.

She didn't know when it started, she only dared to face Shen Zhao who was asleep.

The long night is destined to be a sleepless night.

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Three days later, woke up in the morning.

Song Ling woke up very early that day, almost before dawn.

Today is the departure time for that ticket.

She clearly knew that the people beside her were going to leave her, but she still had the last glimmer of hope in her heart, expecting that Ah Zhao would not leave.

The ticket departure time was at night. When she woke up early in the morning, Song Ling cooked her breakfast as usual and stayed in the room with her.

After three days of rain, the weather finally cleared up today.

Song Ling set up a desk in the room to handle company affairs. Shen Zhao's mood has stabilized a lot in the past few days. Since the attack that day, he hasn't posted it again for three consecutive days. I don't know because he knows that he is going to leave, and his mood has improved a lot, and he will talk to her from time to time. A sentence or two.

Shen Zhao looked at the sunshine outside the window. It was spring, and even the sunshine was so strong and gorgeous.

"I want to go out for a walk, okay?" Shen Zhao looked up at the eaves outside the window, and two birds flew over, pecking at each other.

Song Ling's typing fingers were stunned and trembling slightly. She tried to stabilize her emotions and asked in a calm voice, "Where do you want to go? I'll accompany you."

"I want to go by myself." Shen Zhao didn't look at her, his eyes still fell on the two birds, and repeated.

Song Ling was silent for a long time, but after all, she did not let her go.

She closed the computer, got up and said, "I'm with you."

Shen Zhao seemed to have guessed it a long time ago, lightly raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently, and did not speak again.

Song Ling changed his clothes, a long rose-colored corduroy skirt, and Shen Zhao wore a sweater. His hair was not standing up, but fell softly behind him. His small face was much thinner, and even his eyes were sunken.

Song Ling stood in front of her, raised her head and gathered the broken hair on her forehead for her, she spoke slowly, even her voice trembled, "You're too thin, I'll make it up for you when you come back. ,OK?"

Shen Zhao looked up at her, and there was an unknown meaning in his eyes.

After today, she will never see this person again.

There was a long-lost smile on her face, only to lie to her, she smiled and said, "Okay."

Seeing that smile, Song Ling suddenly felt a little dazed. She smiled and looked at her, the sunlight shining in from the window made her tears fall.

Going out, Song Ling drove her out and asked her, "Where do you want to go?"

Shen Zhao leaned against the car window, looked at the retreating trees on both sides of the road, and said lightly, "Go shopping, I haven't bought clothes for a long time."

Song Ling nodded and said ok.

After speaking, no one spoke again, and the carriage returned to silence.

The car drove to the Jiangcheng Shopping Center. After parking the car, Song Ling took her into the shopping mall. Today is the weekend. There are many people in the shopping mall. As soon as they entered the building, the first floor is the children's area. There are many children performing on the stage.

Shen Zhao stood in the crowd and looked at the people in front lightly.

Her eyes were wet for a moment, and she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, when her father brought her home, she was afraid to talk to people because she was afraid. For a long time, she had no friends at school. Once sick, she also sat silently in the corner, not even the teacher knew about it. Finally, when she got home, her father found out that he carried her to the town clinic to hang water at night.

Later, in order to change her introverted personality, her father took her to the big shopping malls in the city by bus every weekend. It was also such a stage, so many people asked her to speak slowly, speak, dance...

That man is the best father in the world.

She lowered her eyes and wiped away her tears calmly. Shen Zhao turned to leave, and Song Ling stared at her back and followed her every step of the way.

She knew she was going to run away, but somehow, she didn't expose her. Maybe she wasn't reconciled, or she didn't believe that Ah Zhao would really leave her. She was betting that Ah Zhao would stay.

They walked around the mall for a long time, until the evening.

In the evening, Song Ling offered to go to dinner together, but Shen Zhao did not refuse.

At six o'clock, Song Ling took her into a restaurant and ordered many of Shen Zhao's favorite dishes.

She remembered that Ah Zhao loved shrimp.

Song Ling rolled up her sleeves and slowly peeled the shrimp for her, one by one, and placed them on a plate.

Halfway through, Shen Zhao suddenly got up, Song Ling looked up at her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Shen Zhao turned back, stared at her face, and said, "Toilet."

Song Ling's throat was sore, and after being stunned for a long time, she said ok, lowered her head and peeled the shrimp in her hand again.

The shrimp peeled off one after another, but the man never came back.