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    Chapter 81

    Song Ling was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to realize that Shen Zhao had lied to her.

    Yes, she knew that she would not let her leave, so she bought a train article without any vigilance, and put her mobile phone under her nose, deliberately letting her see it.

    Deliberately leading her out early in the morning, and deliberately disappearing suddenly before the departure of the ticket, everything made me think that she was on the train to Tingcheng.

    Ah Zhao lied to her.

    What Raisel said was right, she didn't know Shen Zhao, and never knew her from beginning to end.

    Song Ling stood blankly at the door, and Rui Sier entered the room and closed the door, leaving her alone outside.

    Raisel was also sitting beside the bed, stunned for a long time.

    She had known for a long time that she and Zhaozhao would never be possible again. That day in the hospital might be the last time they saw each other in their lives. Even if one day she is no longer with Song Ling, they will no longer be possible.

    Life is amazing. People who used to be intimate, it seems that nothing happened, and in a blink of an eye, they are passersby.

    Song Ling stood at the entrance of Rui Sier for a long time, and finally went downstairs to leave.

    In the middle of the night, she stood at the dark horse intersection, looking at the dark sky, a slight drizzle fell on her face, and the coolness spread all over her body.

    She didn't know where Shen Zhao was, this time, she miscalculated.

    ——

    A few hours ago, after Shen Zhao left the mall, instead of going to the train station, he went directly to Jiangcheng International Airport.

    She knew that Song Ling saw the ticket she bought to Tingcheng that day, so when she couldn't find her, she would go to Tingcheng to find her as a matter of course.

    Song Ling would not be so fooled, she already knew that.

    So from the beginning of the day when she bought a mobile phone and a calling card, she did a lot of tricks and bought two cards.

    Song Ling didn't even know that the supplementary card existed.

    Shen Zhao didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to escape, escape from Song Ling, the farther away she was, the better.

    She didn't know what she was afraid of and what she was running from. Maybe it was vaguely clear, but she just didn't dare to admit it.

    She bought a ticket to country T and got the visa three days in advance.

    The moment she came out of the mall, she didn't hesitate at all and ran straight to the airport.

    By the time Song Ling reacted, she had already boarded the plane.

    This time, she is leaving forever.

    For her, there is something more important than love and life, which is the dignity she should have as a human being. She had lost it once, and the love that she had given up was just a deception, a lie. She didn't know who to believe anymore, what was true and what was false in those words, or maybe it was not important anymore.

    This time, she would rather die alone than lose her dignity...

    The plane flew smoothly in the sky, overlooking the whole city through the window, and she threw away the card, leaving only a side card. It's like abandoning everything in that city, that's her pain, losing her family, losing her faith, losing everything she shouldn't have...

    It's all over.

    A new city, a new life, she doesn't know how long she can last, or the final outcome will not be much better than now, but... She comforted herself, just leave.

    The plane would fly for fifteen hours, and it was a long, late night.

    Shen Zhao closed the visor and closed his eyes, trying to completely forget the past.

    ——

    In the early morning, Song Ling sat beside the flower bed on the side of the road, and sat there with his arms crossed and knees bowed, soaked in the rain, sitting all night without a call from his mobile phone.

    When it was dark and bright, she dragged her tired body to stand up, her whole body was numb with pain, and her heart seemed to have been hollowed out by a sharp knife.

    Driving back to Jiangcheng, when the car drove to the gate of the villa, the sun had already risen, and the bright yellow sunlight came in from the car window and fell on Song Ling's body. Radiation does not come in.

    She got out of the car, pushed open the yard, and entered the gate. She stood at the gate and looked up at the empty villa.

    Such a big house, but there is no sound at all. It used to be alone, and now, it is alone again...

    She thought she could keep people, but she didn't have the heart, how could she still keep it, for a day or two, but it was all in vain.

    In this room, every bit of what happened, she remembered clearly, everything seemed to be yesterday.

    She also clearly carried her upstairs, held her face, leaned over to kiss her, and lingered with her, she remembered every inch of her skin, remembered those eyes, remembered the look she looked at herself, remembered her her smile, remember her voice, remember every word she said...

    She said she loved her and would never leave her in her life.

    Song Ling looked at the empty and half-closed door on the second floor. She hoped that she could rush out from it, and said to her with a smile, saying that she would not leave her, never.

    But after all, it was her delusion, she would not come back, never again...

    She lost Shen Zhao, in this room, completely lost her.

    Someone pushed the door behind him and came in. Meng Yunan rushed to Song Ling's side in a panic, looking at her soaked clothes, she grabbed her arm and asked, "What's wrong, Ling, what happened?"

    Song Ling's body gradually lost all temperature, and the biting wetness and coldness enveloped her, and she felt that her consciousness was gradually leaving her. Her eyes were empty, without any light and hope, she finally said, "Auntie, I lost her."

    The body no longer had the strength to support, Song Ling gradually fell down, darkness and coldness attacked her, and the whole person lost consciousness.

    Meng Yunan quickly supported her with eyes and hands, turned around and shouted, "Ming Shu—"

    Ji Mingshu rushed in, and immediately supported her together. The two took Song Ling, turned around and drove to the hospital.

    After being drenched in the rain all night, coupled with excessive sadness and anxiety, the body couldn't stand it all at once, and the whole person passed out.

    After arriving at the hospital, he hung up the water, and Song Ling slept for a whole day. In the evening, he suddenly developed a high fever. The whole body burned to 39 degrees. Skin.

    Meng Yunan sat in front of the bed and looked at her. She had no relatives, and she rarely got sick when she grew up. She was used to being alone. No one could enter her heart, except for Shen Zhao. And with too many surprises.

    No one thought that Shen Zhao would really leave, even she herself thought that they would reconcile, no matter how difficult or painful the process was, she believed that the ending would be good.

    But without seeing the coffin without tears, Shen Zhao finally left.

    That is the person who plunged into life, Song Ling's all hope, she doesn't know, what will Song Ling become if she loses Shen Zhao?

    She can't imagine.

    She slept for two days and one night, and Song Ling woke up late at night the next day.

    Her head was splitting, her thoughts were in chaos, her body seemed to be crushed by a rolling machine, and she had no strength. She lay there as if after a long time, her throat was as dry as sand and on fire.

    She turned her head with difficulty, and caught a glimpse of Ji Mingshu sitting on the sofa next to him with his head propped up, with his computer and documents beside him.

    Ji Mingshu slept lightly, and when she heard the movement, she quickly opened her eyes and walked over. She walked to the bed and leaned over to hear Song Ling open her lips and say weakly, "Water..."

    Ji Mingshu understood, turned around and poured a glass of water, helped her to sit up, and drank several glasses of water.

    The drip was still hanging on her hand. Song Ling looked down at the pinhole in her hand, and she was in a trance for a long time. There was nothing in her mind.

    "What time is it?" she asked hoarsely.

    Ji Mingshu stood in front of the bed and said, "Seven o'clock."

    "What's the date?" she asked again.

    Ji Mingshu was stunned for a while, and said, "Number 16."

    The 16th... The ticket is for the 14th, two days have passed.

    Song Ling leaned on the head of the bed: "I went to check all the trains, flights, shipping, passenger cars in Jiangcheng on that day... If you can check, check them all."

    This time, beyond her pre-judgment, she was no longer sure of finding her existence, if the blue diamond was still... Thinking of the blue diamond, her thoughts gradually stopped, she suddenly raised her head and asked the person in front of her: "That blue diamond is still there... Who else knows about the Oppenheimer Blue Diamond?"

    Ji Mingshu was stunned for a moment, the blue diamond was the locator, and no one else knew it except her.

    She pursed her lips and said truthfully, "No one knows."

    Song Ling stared at her, did not speak immediately, was silent for a while, and then said: "Then why does she know?"

    Ji Mingshu's brows twitched, she frowned lightly, and said softly, "I don't know."

    Song Ling retracted his gaze and lowered his gaze to the quilt on his body again. It is pointless to dwell on these issues now, the person has already left, and it is useless to pursue the past.

    She felt physically and mentally exhausted, but vaguely fearful.

    She doesn't want to lose Shen Zhao, whether she loves or hates her, she doesn't want to lose her.

    "Let's do things." Song Ling said exhaustedly.

    Ji Mingshu was stunned for a moment, hesitating for a moment, turned around and walked two steps and suddenly stopped. She turned around and stood not far from the door of the ward. She looked at Song Ling and suddenly opened her mouth, but it was the first time she was disobedient. What she meant, she said, "Boss, maybe it's God's will that Miss Shen is gone."

    Song Ling's eyes paused, and she slowly raised her head. The dazzling incandescent light in the room lit up. She stared at Ji Mingshu's face. Possessiveness and unwillingness gradually gained the upper hand. If it is death, I will not allow her to go."

    It's not that she never thought about letting her go, but how could someone who has tasted sweet give up willingly, not to mention that it was a poison that made her addicted.

    She couldn't live without Shen Zhao, and couldn't accept her leaving.

    She wanted to watch her, guard her, and want her to stay by her side.

    Ji Mingshu pursed her lips and said nothing. She witnessed this absurd fate with her own eyes.

    She witnessed all her changes with her own eyes, from the gradual loss of control at the beginning, the gradual evolution of possession and destruction, to the complete fall in the end.

    She knew that Song Ling's obsession was no less than before.

    Ji Mingshu didn't say anything, just answered lightly, turned around and left the hospital.

    Where are you going to find it?

    There is no clue, which is not the same as before, not to mention that this time, all the clues may have been deliberately concealed.

    Jiangcheng is so big, thousands of trains and flights come and go every day, and the world is so big, who knows where she will stay?

    The sky is big and the earth is big, and she clearly knows that this time, it is to find a needle in a haystack.

    That is a person who can't be found again, from body to heart.

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