Chapter 1323 Can You Give Me Another Chance

"My brother lost a leg to save me, Ziming, I'm so sad."

"Dad committed suicide. You didn't come back. I hope you can be by my side. Can you come back and accompany me?"

"I seem to be a little used to being alone. You are probably too busy. But I take good care of myself."

"Grandpa Song has gone, and I seem to be the only one left in this family. Are you also sad?"

"I decided to leave, but I still hope you can be happy. Will you think of me in the future?"

"What is love? Maybe one day, you will meet someone you really love."

...

Such a long ten years, one frame after another, passed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

The way she smiles, the way she cries, the way she looks happy, and the way she looks hurt.

so alive...

Her innocence, her kindness, her petty temper, her coquettishness, all belonged to him.

But he was full of calculations and dismissive of her.

He pushed her away time and time again, using it to hurt her again and again.

She moved forward step by step amidst his hurt, but even so, she never blamed her.

until that day...

Li Qingqing killed her dog and scratched her face. Worried that the matter would be revealed, he sent her to die in a sea of ​​flames.

She turned into a ball of fire and looked at him desperately.

He just watched with indifference.

A line of tears flowed from the corners of the unconscious Song Ziming's eyes...

Why, why he never saw her dragging her tired body to prepare dinner for him every day, why he couldn't see countless nights when she lit a lamp waiting for him to come home, why he couldn't see the birthday cake and cake she prepared for him with all her heart Gift, why can't he see her maintenance and trust in him again and again...

He drove her to a corner with his own hands and watched her die with his own eyes.

"Song Ziming, if there is an afterlife, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!" The flames engulfed her figure, leaving behind those eyes full of hatred.

Song Ziming's heart ached unbearably, the bitterness seemed to be full of Coptis chinensis.

Rong Chen looked at the changes in the equipment beside the bed, frowned and walked quickly into the ward, looked at the tear stains on his face, was a little surprised, checked Song Ziming's condition again, and said warmly: "It seems that he is about to wake up."

Su Xiangwan looked at Mu Beiting, who pushed her in.

A group of people stood by the bed, and after a while, Song Ziming slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Su Xiangwan's charming eyes.

Song Ziming's eyes were sour, and he seemed to be a little surprised. He said lightly, "You...are you still alive?"

Su Xiangwan shuddered all over, watching him speechless for a long time.

Song Ziming's fingers moved slightly, and he saw Mu Beiting beside her again, feeling a little dazed, as if he could distinguish between dreams and reality.

"Wanwan..." Song Ziming said softly, with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes lightly, and said hoarsely, "Thank you for saving me."

Song Ziming opened his mouth, but his mind was still filled with that long dream.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

After a long time, he said softly, "We...have known each other before?"

"You take care of your wounds, and if you need anything, you can tell us." Su Xiangwan stopped looking at him and didn't answer his question.

Song Ziming didn't make a sound.

Su Xiangwan looked at Mu Beiting and said softly, "Let's go back."

"Okay." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, briefly and forcefully.

The wheelchair was pushed when Song Ziming suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Xiangwan's arm.

Su Xiangwan looked up at him.

"Can...can you give me another chance..." Song Ziming looked at her earnestly, his eyes full of earnestness and pleading.

Go to bed, good night babies.