Chapter 101

In the ward late at night, there was no sound at all.

Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fell gently on the side of the person on the bed, and the words Chi Zhoubai just said echoed over and over again in his mind.

For four years, she has been taking care of Ah Zhao.

She should really be grateful to her. If Ah Zhao hadn't met her at the beginning, maybe at this moment, she would never see this person in front of her again.

For the rest of her life, she will be good to her for the rest of her life.

"Azhao, can you hear me? I will never let you go again, I will love you and love you for the rest of my life, I won't make you feel wronged again, I will spend the rest of my life being good to you. ."

Shen Zhao lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes were hanging down there, casting a shadow on the reflection of the light, she didn't react at all, her face was pale and weak, as if she was going to see her in the next second. disappear.

This look is shocking and disturbing to look at.

Song Ling reached out and took her palm, pressed it against her cheek to warm it, and guarded her quietly like this.

All night long, at three in the morning, Shen Zhao gradually woke up.

It was quiet everywhere in the hospital in the early hours of the morning. She struggled to open her eyes, and the dazzling white light entered her eyes. She frowned, feeling weak and exhausted in her stomach. , only to find that his left hand was held in the palm of his hand.

She lay there, swept over with her long eyes down, and caught a glimpse of the person who had fallen asleep beside the bed.

Half of her vision was blocked by the horn, and she could only vaguely see her profile.

It's Song Ling.

The light and shadow shone on her side face. Ru porcelain cheeks were not flawed at all, smudged with a faint light. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes were slightly curled up, and the tear mole was gently hidden at the end of her eyes. Down.

Such a quiet moment made her feel a little dazed for a while.

For four years, she never saw such a scene again.

Calm, warm, nothing exists, just quietly by her side.

The eyes gradually became sour, covered with a layer of tears, and the light instantly became a wave of light.

Shen Zhao gently pulled out her hand, and almost at the same time, Song Ling suddenly woke up, she raised her head hurriedly, looked at the person on the bed, and said happily, "Azhao, you are awake..."

Shen Zhao felt exhausted, his mind floated up and down like water, and his thoughts were also floating.

But she could still vaguely remember what happened. She remembered that Song Ling took her back and she carried her upstairs...

She tried to curl the corners of her lips, she wanted to say something, but she didn't have the strength to say a word.

Song Ling stood up, leaned over to her, and asked eagerly, "Is there any pain or discomfort?"

Shen Zhao was so tired that she couldn't speak, and she felt tired even breathing. She pulled the corners of her mouth with all her might, and tried her best to say, "Water..."

Song Ling heard it and said quickly, "Okay, okay, I'll go pour the water."

The hot water that was poured in advance, Song Ling turned around and strode to the table, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water, then mixed it with the cold water next to it, mixed it into a cup of warm water and walked to the bed.

Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, half-supported Shen Zhao, let her lean against his arms, and fed her a cup of water.

After drinking alcohol and losing fluids in the middle of the night, people will easily become dehydrated and dehydrated.

Song Ling poured several glasses of water and drank them all after feeding her.

Song Ling put down the water glass and asked her again, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Shen Zhao opened her cloudy eyes and stared at Song Ling for a long time. She didn't know whether it was because she was too weak or just woke up. There was a dazed trance in her eyes. .

Song Ling hurriedly helped her get out of bed again, propped her up with both hands, let her sit on the edge of the bed, and stood in front of her half-bent.

She turned back and said, "I'll carry you."

Shen Zhao was silent, did not refuse, and leaned over her.

Seeing that she would not speak, Song Ling did not make trouble anymore, like a docile cat, her heart calmed down.

Song Ling carried her on her back, walked to the bathroom next to her, helped her down, and half hugged her waist.

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips again, and said embarrassedly, "I'll do it myself."

The room was quiet in the middle of the night, and a little bit of sound seemed to be amplified and extremely clear.

Song Ling didn't let go, only clasped her waist with both hands, stared at her side face, and asked softly, "Do you want to do this with me?"

They have been honest with each other countless times, closer than the closest people in the world.

Can be in a trance for four years, but now it is colder than strangers.

Shen Zhao was silent and did not speak.

Song Ling squinted at her brows and eyes, not allowing her to refuse, opened her lips and said, "Hold me, I'll help you."

Shen Zhao raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were facing each other, only the distance from his fingertips, she could even feel the breath of whispering.

The wine had woken up long ago, and now he is sober.

Or maybe this close distance is more intoxicating than alcohol. Shen Zhao raised his hand in a strange way, and put his hands around her neck, so he gave her the whole person.

With an embarrassing posture, he finished using the bathroom.

Shen Zhao's pale cheeks were slightly stained with a little crimson, Song Ling glanced sideways, and the corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

She is still the same as before, she has been close countless times, but every time she is shy.

Perhaps everything in the past was too good, but at the moment their relationship was flat and estranged.

Song Ling carried her back to the hospital bed again, Shen Zhao pulled the quilt, turned sideways, and turned his back to the person behind him.

Song Ling stood beside the bed, leaned down towards her, her eyes lightly fell on her side face.

She paused and then whispered softly: "Azhao... From now on, no matter what happens, I will never give up on you."

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes lightly, his eyes faintly lost their light and fell into the air.

"I know, maybe no matter what I do, I can't make up for the hurt you have suffered, but this time, I won't give up." Song Ling pursed her lips slightly and stared at her. She could sense that the person in front of her loved her. , For four years, her mind has not changed, she still cares, but she hurt her too deeply and told her to close that heart.

Song Ling looked straight at her and said firmly: "Azhao, this time, I will pursue you again, in the usual way, whether you accept it or not, I have recognized you. Only recognize you."

The room was silent, Shen Zhao looked sideways and lowered her eyes, quietly listening to what she said, her eyes gradually became foggy with tears, she didn't know what she should do, and she didn't know what was right and what was wrong. is wrong.

It has long been missed. Four years ago, from the moment she left, it was over.

"Song Ling, if you miss it, you miss it," she said in a low, hoarse voice, "You can turn back, but I can't be the Shen Zhao that I used to be."

The words of loneliness are full of despair and sadness.

Song Ling lowered her eyes, and her eyes gradually became clouded. She tried her best to pull out a smile and said without giving up: "Then let me find the former Ah Zhao again, okay?"

Shen Zhao couldn't say a word anymore, her throat hurt like being cut by a knife, tears slipped into her hair, she bit her lip tightly, and sobbed with trembling all over her body.

She wanted to go back to the past, when nothing happened.

She can love her without caring about anything, and the love that was exchanged for the things she discarded, she also kept well, but it disappeared later, and now she has nothing to discard, to restore it again.

She can't afford it, and she can't do it any more.

Shen Zhao closed his eyes, buried his face halfway in the quilt, and said desperately with a cry in his voice: "Go, Song Ling, go, don't come back..."

Song Ling could feel her pain at the moment. She wanted to hug her and kiss her close to her. She understood how deeply the heart was hurt. Maybe she couldn't cover it with all the love and kindness of her life. through.

But she won't give up.

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The light shines on the colorful glazed windows, falling in front of the window, reflecting the oppressive light and shadow.

The man sat under the window, the light and shadow fell on his shoulders, and the dust floated in the air.

The room was dark, and the person on the bed gradually woke up.

Xiang Jin slowly opened her eyes, the feeling of dizziness enveloped the sky, the faint light, the scorching temperature, there was an illusion that she was resurrected from the dead...

Is she dead or alive...

"Awake?" the man said softly.

Xiang Jin weakly blinked her eyelashes, and the familiar voice echoed in her ears. She didn't have the slightest strength, and even opening her eyes seemed to consume all her energy. passed out.

Wei Qiliang squinted slightly to the side of the bed, and seeing that she was not moving, he could not help frowning, and asked unhappily, "Why haven't you woken up yet?"

A woman in a white coat stood beside her, with blue eyes and blond hair, and explained gently, "Miss Xiang has been in a coma for too long, and her internal organs, limbs and bones have been silent for too long. She has no strength now, but I have given her She took a dose of medicine, and it is estimated that she should be able to wake up at night."

Wei Qiliang was silent for a moment and did not answer her.

Three years ago, Xiang Jin was shot in Jiangcheng, and he was sent to the hospital. Although he was rescued in time and saved his life, he became a vegetable and fell into a coma for three years.

But he was still young, but miraculously woke up again.

He worked hard to get people out, but he didn't want to leave a useless cripple.

When Chen Shengtang's case was found on Chen Dayu, he met Xiang Jin when he was solving Chen Shengtang. From the age of fifteen, he kept people by his side. For thirteen years, she was a poisonous snake that he kept by his side. He pampered her and spoiled her. No matter what she wanted to do, he agreed.

He knew very well what kind of person he was. He was the best poisonous snake dipped in poisonous poison. He was naturally cold, without affection, without justice, and without love.

He put shackles on her, and allowed her to do anything in his sight, murder and arson, just one, and she was not allowed to leave.

Chen Dayu stood behind him and caught a glimpse of the cold look on his face, but he didn't see any concerned and distressed expression at all.

He always heard that Brother Wei liked that little girl, but after so many days, he felt that Brother Wei didn't care so much about this cruel and vicious person.

Chen Dayu expected that Wei Qiliang would not treat her like he used to, so he bent over and suggested carefully: "Brother Wei, if you want me to say, keeping this bitch is always a scourge, and the police on Jiangcheng's side have been investigating more and more closely in recent years. Now, you tried to get her out of the hospital, didn't you ask someone to find you?"

Wei Qiliang quietly curled his thin lips, made a long snort, and asked him, "What advice do you have?"

Chen Dayu followed Wei Qiliang from birth to death for many years, worked hard for him, and thought he had two points of weight. Seeing Wei Qiliang asking him for advice at this moment, he showed his nature again, hehe smiled and said: "Since it is useless to keep it, just throw it half dead.Go back to Jiangcheng and tell the gang to mess around again, so as to buy some time for the cargo ship..."

Wei Qiliang squinted his eyes slightly, and looked sideways at the person beside him, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and with just one look, Chen Dayu was scared to death, and he was silent before he finished speaking.

Actually it's just a plaything.He would not touch her, nor would he allow others to touch her.

In time, she will be his best knife.