Chapter 92

Song Ling stood at the door for a long time, she didn't know if she still had the courage to see her again.

I was in a trance for four years. When left, was so embarrassed that didn't even say goodbye.

But even so, Song Ling still couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart.

For four full years, she thought about her all the time, thinking that she could return to her side, and that they could return to the past. She also imagined countless times what it would be like if she could see her again in this life.

Obviously there are a lot of things to say to her, but now, she is there, separated from her by a door, but she suddenly does not have the courage to take a step forward.

Song Ling stood beside the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside, Shen Zhao opened it, and when he raised his head, he bumped into the person at the door.

She was stunned there, for a moment in a trance, with nothing in her mind, and subconsciously she was about to close the door.

Seeing this, Song Ling quickly raised her hand to stop it. She leaned against the door frame and called her with eyes: "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao didn't go to see her, but closed the door hard. She didn't want to see her, and even when she heard her voice, she felt trembling all over.

She thought she had the courage to come back to face it, but she was wrong, she really shouldn't have come back.

Song Ling pushed the door open and went in, but Shen Zhao couldn't hold it back, his eyes were scarlet and he looked up at her, his lips trembling and hated: "Song Ling, what are you going to do?!"

She hates herself, why she can't escape when she goes around, no matter where she goes, she always falls into her hands.

She is the bane of her life!

Song Ling looked at her eyes that were about to cry, her heart felt like she was being beaten by Ling Chi, she clenched her palms and stretched them out to hug her, "Azhao, I..."

Shen Zhao avoided those hands like a snake and scorpion. She subconsciously turned around and turned to leave. As soon as her fingers touched the doorknob, the other wrist was grabbed by someone behind her. Song Ling grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her. "Azhao, don't go!"

Shen Zhao was pulled back by her, Song Ling raised his hand and closed the door, grabbed her wrist and pressed the person against the door, she held her tightly, held her face with both hands, and stared into her moist eyes, There was sadness in her voice calling her: "Azhao, don't leave me anymore, I've been looking for you."

"Let go of me." Shen Zhao's heart was ashes, tears fell to the ground, and instead of looking at her, he only spoke coldly.

Those eyes are no longer the same as before, there is no love in them, only endless indifference and coldness.

There seems to be no hate anymore...

Song Ling's eyes were deeply stabbed by such indifference, and suddenly a thought came to her mind——

The person in front of her doesn't love her anymore, her Ah Zhao, doesn't love her anymore...

She was afraid of such eyes, afraid of such Shen Zhao.

Song Ling looked down at her, cupped her face with both hands, and brushed her fingertips on the red lips. She remembered that in the daytime, that person also held her face like this, bowed his head and kissed her. Say "I love you".

It was the "soft spot" she gave her, but someone else put it on for her again.

She is in love with someone else.

Her A Zhao fell in love with someone else...

Her heart was dripping blood, and her eyes fell back to her face again. Song Ling looked at her with pity and grief in her eyes. She raised her hand and caressed the fine hair on her forehead, as if using all her strength, she could accept her strangeness. She hates her, but she can't accept that she doesn't love her.

There was powerlessness in her voice, low in the dust, she said softly: "Azhao, don't do this to me..."

She lowered her head slightly, closed her eyes, and went to find her lips.

Shen Zhao tilted her head, the hot breath sprayed on her neck, her warm lips pressed against her chin, she said solemnly, "Let me go."

With moisture pouring out of her eyes, Song Ling stubbornly smiled bitterly, she held onto her tightly, for fear that the person in front of her would disappear again in the next second, she stared at her side face, and said with a sour voice, "I won't let go, Ah Zhao. , I won't let you leave me again, never again."

Shen Zhao suddenly laughed, tears streaming down from the end of his eyes, pulling out long tear streaks, his eyes were scarlet like a Shura, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Song Ling, why do you treat me like this?!"

"I love you." Song Ling looked at her silently, except for the pale sentence, she seemed unable to answer her.

Shen Zhao laughed desperately as if hearing a joke. She took a deep breath and asked her: "Love? What is love? Song Ling, tell me, what exactly is love?" She turned her head and stared into her eyes. , asked her, "From the beginning to the end, I haven't done a single thing that hurts the world, but I'm going to end up like this, Song Ling, tell me, what did I do wrong?"

Bringing up the old things, those memories are all evoked in an instant. Shen Zhao trembled all over, she looked at the person in front of her sternly, at this moment, she just wanted to hurt her heart severely.

She stared into her eyes and told her word by word, "I don't love you, Song Ling, can you hear me clearly, I have never loved you."

Suddenly, a place in her heart collapsed. Song Ling was stunned. She looked in a trance for a long time before she realized it. She couldn't help her eyes being sore. Bean-sized tears were dripping down. "You lied to me, you lied to me..."