Chapter 114

The moment the police arrived at the hospital, Xiang Jin drove the vehicle prepared in advance from the back door of the hospital. She was covered in blood, started the engine with trembling hands, and galloped away.

The knife was stabbed in the slightest, causing the man to struggle, so it was delayed for two minutes.

This is the first time in her life that she has returned a favor, and no one has ever helped her unconditionally. Apart from Song Ling, that person was the second.

There is no way out...

The police will find her soon...

She took out the mobile phone in her pocket, and threw it out of the window along with her ID card and various bank cards. On the dark road, she drove the car very fast.

At this moment, she abandoned her belief in the supremacy of interests and lost all reason. If there was an abyss in front of her at this moment, she would not hesitate to rush down with people and cars.

She just wanted to see Song Ling again.

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Jiangcheng, the Tiancheng community on the river bank.

It has been a week since Chi Zhou brought Shen Zhao back with leucorrhea that night. During this week, Shen Zhao suffered from a serious illness. Her physique was already weak, and she was drenched in the heavy rain. Coupled with excessive worry, her whole person collapsed completely.

Chi Zhoubai felt sorry for her torturing herself like this. From another point of view, all her pain was not brought to her by Song Ling, but because she herself was unwilling to let herself go.

This is a stubborn person, for four years, she has not entered her heart. She couldn't let go of Song Ling, but she was unwilling to forgive Song Ling, entangled, and tortured herself.

Chi Zhoubai stood in front of the window and looked back at the person lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Sometimes, she would rather Shen Zhao abandon her so-called self-esteem and go to be with Song Ling, at least, she loves her.

As long as they love each other, about that bit of hatred will sooner or later die.

Chi Zhoubai lowered his eyelashes gently, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What she couldn't let go was her stubbornness.

Lightly raising his eyes to look out the window, Chi Zhoubai's eyes were deep and he looked at the person standing at the door downstairs.

For a whole week, she stayed there, never leaving for a moment.

The phone vibrated, and Chi Zhoubai glanced down at the caller ID on the screen.

After a moment of hesitation, he connected, "Hello."

Sheng Zhi: "Let Song Ling take people away."

Chi Zhoubai pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time.

Sheng Zhi's tone was a little angry, and he said with hatred: "That's the matter between them at all, why bother to intervene. If you don't want the paparazzi to take pictures, you should let Song Ling take people away as soon as possible. Turn it up again, Chi Zhoubai, listen, I will never protect you again."

After a moment of silence, Chi Zhoubai looked at the person standing outside the window and said softly, "I see."

Hanging up the phone, Chi Zhoubai paused with his fingers on the screen.

Sheng Zhi was right. From the beginning to the end, it had nothing to do with her. She kept Shen Zhao here, but just pushed her further and further away from Song Ling.

Perfection is another kind of love.

Turning her head to look at the person on the bed, the dim yellow light fell on her, so gentle and so quiet. She remembered that Shen Zhao four years ago, who was stupid and always liked to think about others. She was neither smart nor charming enough. An ordinary little girl in the crowd might not be like that when she was tempted. Profoundly, for four years, what she couldn't let go of was this Shen Zhao who couldn't forget Song Ling.

Chi Zhoubai walked over gently, squatted against the bed, and watched the person in front of her sleeping very unsteadily, her brows furrowed, her fingers tightly clutching the quilt, and she was uneasy even when she fell asleep.

Reaching out to touch her fingers, forcing her to relax, slowly calling her: "Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao..."

Shen Zhao's nightmare stopped, she heard someone calling her, but her body seemed to be tied up and unable to move, that hand grabbed her, she could even feel her temperature.

"Song Ling!" Opening his eyes suddenly, Shen Zhao shouted in shock.

The dazzling light approached her pupils, her vision became pale in an instant, and the figure in front of her became blurred.

Chi Zhoubai paused with her fingers, and after she was stunned, she stared at Shen Zhao's sluggish face because of the fright, she lowered her head to her face, her lips touched her ear, and kept comforting and calling her: "Zhaozhao...don't be afraid. , don't be afraid."

Consciousness fluctuated, Shen Zhao's mind was blank, and under Chi Zhoubai's gentle voice, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep again.

Nightmare finally defeated her.

I don't know how long it took, Chi Zhoubai felt that the people in his arms were quiet again.

She tilted her head, glanced at her in a cold way, dropped a kiss on the end of her eyes, and let go of her.

After sorting out his mood, Chi Zhoubai clicked on Song Ling's number on the phone screen, and the other end was quickly connected.

"Hey, Ah Zhao, how is she... how is it?" Song Ling asked eagerly.

Chi Zhoubai stopped for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice: "Come in, the door is not locked."

Song Ling pursed her lips and said ok after a moment of silence.

Half a minute later, people went up the stairs. Chi Zhoubai was waiting outside the door and saw Song Ling who went upstairs.

Song Ling looked up to see someone, stopped halfway down the stairs, didn't speak, just stood up and down, looking up at her.

"Take her away." Chi Zhoubai looked back, turned around and said lightly.

Song Ling lowered her eyelashes and understood what Chi Zhoubai meant. From the time she was in the hospital before, she knew that Chi Zhoubai had given up. For four full years, she actually spent more time with Ah Zhao than she did. In fact, she loved her no less than her.

But love is very selfish, she can't give up, and she can't stand her Ah Zhao being next to others.

Stepping upstairs, Song Ling pushed open the bedroom door and looked up to see the person lying on the bed.

She walked in, carried the person on her back, and brought out.

Chi Zhoubai stood beside the stair railing, her fingers tightly clasped on the handrail, she turned her back to the person behind her, and did not look back.

Song Ling went downstairs with someone on her back to leave. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and said softly, "Chi Zhoubai, thank you."

Chi Zhoubai didn't respond to her. He didn't turn around to look at the empty door until he heard the sound of the door closing. It took a long time to realize that the person had left.

Song Ling left with Shen Zhao on her back, Shen Zhao lay on her back, and the cold wind blew over. The coldness made her gradually sober. She tried her best to open her eyes and felt the temperature of the person below her.

Also understand who this person is.

"Song Ling..." Shen Zhao called her softly.

Song Ling heard her voice and knew that she was awake, so she subconsciously paused and stopped. But the person on her back didn't speak again. Seeing that she didn't struggle or make a noise, Song Ling walked towards the car with her back.

Song Ling carried her on his back, put her into the co-pilot of the car, and then leaned over to fasten her seat belt.

In the dark and dim car, you could feel each other's breath in a small space. Song Ling knew that she was awake, fastened her seat belt, and put her hands on both sides to surround the person in her arms. Song Ling raised her eyebrows to look at her, her eyes on her. With determination and determination, she said softly, "Azhao, we are getting married."

Maybe there is still a gap between them, maybe her A Zhao no longer trusts her, but she doesn't want to miss it again, this is the only promise she can make.

Or everything is false, only the promise of this moment is true and true.

What worries about gain and loss, about love and hate, she just wants to tell her that she has recognized her, and she has only recognized her in her life.

Feeling the eyelashes of the person below her tremble slightly, Song Ling stared at her tightly. Although she could not see clearly in the dark, she did not miss the slightest change in her expression.

Shen Zhao raised his eyes lightly to look at her and heard her promise to him.

She admitted that she was touched at this moment. She didn't know what she was still insisting on. The question of whether to love or not to love may have become clear as early as I don't know when.

She believed that Song Ling at this moment loved her.

But how should such love be defined?

It wasn't pure from the beginning, there was too much deceit, hurt, and unfairness in it... Can she really believe that this kind of love will last forever?

Or maybe, there is no answer to such a question. When will the time be verified? Maybe it will only become clear after the next deception. Or, Song Ling is sincere. To love her with all my heart...

Yes and no, but only two results and answers.

She didn't know how to respond to her, neither denied nor agreed, Shen Zhao lowered his long eyelashes and remained silent.

Perhaps, all that can be done at this moment is to follow the heart that is no longer under her control.

Song Ling fixed her eyes and saw that she pursed her lips and said nothing.

No promises, no plans, everything is an unexpected decision. This is a dead end. There are only two outcomes. She doesn't want to give up, so she just obeys the most instinctive thoughts in her heart and keeps her by her side.

Leave the unanswered questions to time, maybe time will prove everything and heal everything.

Song Ling got up, went around to the other side and opened the car door to get in the car, started the car and took people back to the villa.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of the villa.

Song Ling got out of the car, walked to the other side and opened the car door. He went through his arms under his arms and hugged the person in an embarrassing manner. Shen Zhao tilted his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll do it myself."

Song Ling pursed her lips lightly and said hello.

Shen Zhao got out of the car slowly, and Song Ling took her bag for her, as if remembering something, she opened the hidden compartment in front of the passenger's car, took out the ring box inside, and closed the door.

"Azhao—" Song Ling called to her in the silence in the middle of the night.

Shen Zhao stopped and stood there in a daze, she just stood there without looking back, motionless.

Song Ling walked towards her slowly, she stood opposite her, reached out to hold Shen Zhao's hand, and took out the ring again.

Shen Zhao was stunned when he saw the ring, it was the diamond ring she threw away.

"Maybe I can't prove it, and I can't make you let go of the past completely." Song Ling put the ring on her ring finger, "This is the only and only thing I can give you, from now on, no matter what happens again What, this promise, I will die."

Shen Zhao looked down at the ring firmly between his fingers, which was a promise beyond life.

Maybe no matter what the result is, don't worry about it anymore, just leave it all to time, let your own heart, write again, and love again.

If she's still covered in bruises, she'll admit it.

Song Ling led the person into the house and closed the door.

Outside the courtyard of the villa, behind the dark jungle wall, a figure covered in blood stood there, quietly listening to the promises that belonged to others, and his heart became completely empty in an instant.

She stood with her head bowed, her tears dripping silently into the dust, losing the last trace of her obsession.