Chapter 129

Blood splattered on his face and slipped down slightly along the side of his face.

Hearing the voice behind him, Xiang Jin was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he slowly turned around.

She saw that face with incredible horror and shock.

The movement of her hand didn't stop, she pulled out the dagger, waved her arm and raised her hand again, stabbed it straight into the man's wrist, and blood spurted out.

Xiao Chengye's screams resounded throughout the barn, finally unable to bear the pain, the whole person fainted.

Song Ling rushed over, looking at the shocking scene in front of her, her heart was shaking, she frowned and scolded: "Stop!"

Xiang Jin slowly stood up and faced her.

This is the first time they have seen each other in four years. The dagger slid down to her feet with a bang, as if it had stabbed into her heart.

Song Ling stared at her face, and the bright red bloodstains were shocking. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that the person who used to be would become what she is now.

Song Ling took a half-step forward and asked her tentatively, "Where is Ah Zhao?" Subconsciously, he looked elsewhere, looking at every deliberate corner around him.

Xiang Jin looked into those eyes, which were now full of others, and there was no place for her anymore.

Resisting the urge to cry, she slowly said, "Don't look for it, she's not here."

Song Ling hated: "You lied to me?!"

Xiang Jin smiled: "Why did I lie to my sister, she is not here, do you think I will leave her here alone and wait for you?"

Song Ling: "What the hell are you doing?"

Xiang Jin stood there in a daze, as if thinking about this question.

What does she want to do? After a long silence, she lowered her eyes and said in a light voice, "I want to talk to my sister. Since I came back, my sister has not spoken to me."

Tears fell silently into the dust.

My sister had never seen herself like this before, she raised her hand lightly, trying to wipe the dried blood on her face, but with tears, she made herself embarrassed.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into the eyes of the person in front of her, for fear of seeing the same disgust and hatred as others.

"Sister..." After wiping for a long time, Xiang Jin finally raised her head. She glanced at her face and asked her lightly, "Does my elder sister hate me?"

Song Ling pursed her lips and looked at this person who had been in her life since she was eight years old. For twenty years, this person had occupied a full twenty years in her life.

She used to be paranoid about her in the bottom of her heart and took care of her like the light in her life, but in the end, it was all a joke.

"Where is Ah Zhao?" Song Ling didn't want to discuss such a topic with her, so she only asked her in a deep voice.

When Xiang Jin listened to her words, the corners of her lips twitched slightly. She lowered her eyes, squatted down slowly, raised her hand to pick up the syringe on the ground, opened the reagent bottle, and inhaled the liquid inside it bit by bit.

Song Ling stood in front of her, frowning as she fiddled with the things on the ground. She gritted her teeth and walked over, kicked over all the reagent bottles, bent over and snatched the things in her hands, and threw them out angrily. He grabbed her arm, pulled the person up, and asked her angrily, "Why did you become like this?!"

Xiang Jin was trembling all over, and was forced to raise her head to look at the person in front of her. There were long tears at the end of her eyes. She could see the disappointment and disgust in those eyes.

She dragged her hoarse voice and said hard: "Yeah, why did I become like this? I, I don't know... In fact, I have always been like this, but my sister never knew it, I just want to live hard , living in this world..."

Song Ling grabbed her tightly and stared into her eyes, which were full of despair at the moment, as if the whole person would disappear in the next moment.

She had completely lost her mind. Song Ling was afraid of angering her, so she calmed down and asked her slowly, "Tell me, where is Ah Zhao? Don't make mistakes again and again, look back, Xiang Jin."

With tears in her eyes, Xiang Jin waved her hand away and said stubbornly, "I'm not wrong! What's wrong with me?! Is it a mistake to work hard to live?!"

She was still obsessed, and Song Ling scolded angrily: "It's wrong! It's wrong for you to hurt people! If you do something wrong, you should look back in time, and don't make mistakes again and again!"

If you make a mistake, you should go back in time...

Such a simple truth, but never taught her.

"But he should be damned." Xiang Jin stared at the man on the ground and said coldly.

"That shouldn't be up to you to judge, to decide the life and death of others." She taught her bit by bit.

Song Ling fixed her face and said seriously: "There are thousands of unfortunate people in this world, but they can still live their best life, they can be kind, positive, love themselves, others, and the world. Instead of hurting others. Even if you are in the abyss, you still have the right to look up to the light, Ah Jin, stop."

She called her like that again, just like before.

Xiang Jin raised his head, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Tears blurred her vision, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up, exhausting her last trace of nostalgia, and asked her madly, "Will that sister love me?"

No one loved her, and no one taught her how to love others, to love the world.

The world has hurt her, how can she love the world...

Song Ling stared at that face quietly, she lightly raised her hand to wipe the embarrassment on her face.

From the age of eight to the age of twenty-eight, she almost grew up watching her. When she learned about her past experience and saw those photos, she admitted that she was shocked and pitied.

She also suddenly understood that from a certain point of view, they are all the same, because of the lack of family affection and lack of love, so she has been looking for such a bond all her life.

Her attachments and obsessions to Xiang Jin are nothing but paranoia about the lack of family affection. It was the father's love that she lacked from her father. The paranoia was too deep and caused a huge gap in her heart. , and just when the gap was empty, Xiang Jin just appeared, filling that obsession of course.

In fact, she loves her as her family and her sister.

And Xiang Jin is the same, her paranoia towards herself is just a filling for those unfortunate encounters.

Losing her family, being cruelly treated by the people closest to her, she has never experienced what love is, so a little warmth can make her give up everything.

Do not hesitate to hurt people for this, just to seek that trace of love that has been misunderstood.

This is a sad and pitiful life.

Without waiting for Song Ling's answer, her lonely eyes gradually dimmed. Xiang Jin lowered her head and whispered softly, "Sister said to always be nice to me..."

Suddenly, the honking of a police car came from the horizon, approaching gradually.

Xiang Jin looked out the window and said softly, "It's snowing again."

Same as the snow outside the villa that night.

"Tell me, where is Ah Zhao?" Song Ling asked her again.

Xiang Jin turned around and looked out the window, watching the snowflakes falling from the gray sky. At this moment, she suddenly had the illusion of relief. Maybe she understood that she had no way out.

No matter if you admit your mistake or you are obsessed with it, there is no way out.

What you have, what you don't get, is all lost at this moment.

"She's there." Xiang Jin slowly opened his mouth and guided.

Song Ling hurriedly turned her head and rushed towards the corner of the wall, removing all obstacles. She saw the person leaning against the corner, and she shouted happily, "Azhao—"

Shen Zhao couldn't move, and when he looked at the person in front of him, tears were already streaming down his face.

That is her Song Ling.

Song Ling reached out and untied all the restraints on her body, raised her hand and hugged her into her arms, her voice full of trembling calls to her: "Azhao... I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry... Do you know , how scared I am that I will lose you again."

This is her weakness, the most important person in her life.

Song Ling pulled up her arm, checked one by one, and asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"

Shen Zhao trembled uncontrollably, shaking his head with wet eyes. She was buried in Song Ling's neck, crying silently.

Not seeing her hurt, Song Ling finally felt relieved. She hugged her, kissed her forehead, and murmured, "I'll take you back."

Xiang Jin closed his eyes and quietly listened to the soft whispers beside him.

Love is on the top of the heart, others can see through it at a glance, but you can't see it yourself. Maybe, she has never loved herself, at least, she has never treated her like this.

"Xiang Jin!" Two people suddenly rushed out from the other side of the warehouse.

Xiang Jin turned his head and looked at the person, it was Wei Qiliang!

He held the gun in his hand, pulled the trigger, and moved towards the corner. Xiang Jin was stunned and subconsciously screamed, "Sister—"

Song Ling heard the voice and looked up to see a man not far from the opposite side. Almost in an instant, Song Ling hugged Shen Zhao, with a reversal, instinctively turned around and tightly protected her with his body.

The gunshots were loud and deafening.

Shen Zhao felt the person in front of her tremble. She opened her eyes, looked up at her blankly, and called her silently, "Song Ling..."

The bullet was embedded in the body, and the piercing pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

Song Ling's consciousness was sluggish, and with all her strength, she weakly called to her: "Azhao..."

Seeing this, Xiang Jin was about to rush over, but Wei Qiliang quickly grabbed her and shouted coldly, "Follow me!"

"Go to hell!" He took out a gun from behind his waist, pulled the trigger quickly, loaded the bullet, and without any hesitation, Xiang Jin raised his hand and shot the man in the heart. As soon as the gunshots fell, a group of policemen rushed up behind them and surrounded the entire warehouse.

The person in front of him is a desperado. To ensure the safety of the rest of the people, the police shot and killed him.

Xiang Jin was shot several times, blood spurted out, and her body slowly slid down. She looked at the direction in the corner and shouted, "Sister—"

"Song Ling! Song Ling! Someone, save her!! Someone!!" Shen Zhao hugged Song Ling, covered in blood, and screamed mournfully.

Chi Zhoubai and the medical staff rushed up behind her. The gun hit her in the back shoulder, and the whole back was soaked with blood. The doctor quickly held down the wound, and several people carried the person onto the stretcher. Shen Zhao followed her. It's going to rush in behind.

Chi Zhoubai grabbed her and called her: "Zhao Zhao..."

Shen Zhao waved her hand away, "Let go of me!"

"Zhaozhao, calm down!" Chi Zhoubai was afraid that she would get out of control and have an accident, so he grabbed her arm tightly, frowned and said solemnly.

"Let go!" Shen Zhao had already lost all his sanity, and yelled at her, "Let go of me ah ah ah!!"

Shen Zhao used all his strength to break free from Chi Zhoubai's hand, and rushed over without looking back.

Chi Zhoubai was pushed by her and staggered, her fingers were stunned in the air, she raised her eyes and looked at the leaving figure.

She has seen Shen Zhao who is out of control, but she has never seen Shen Zhao who is almost crazy, like she lost everything in an instant.