At this moment, Liang Feifan was still undergoing reconstructive surgery in the operating room and was unable to testify for her. It seemed that the only person she could rely on was Ji Yan, who had once given her boundless tolerance and love.
Thinking of this, Ling Tian quickly dialed Ji Yan's number:
"Ji Yan, please come and save me! There are so many people gathered outside the ward, they're beating up my parents, I'm so scared."
"A hospital room? You're sick?"
"I...I'm not feeling well right now. Could you please come to Renhe Hospital? Please, help me." Ling Tian cried and poured out her grievances to Ji Yan, hoping that he would protect her unconditionally as he used to.
Ji Yan heard the sounds of fighting and screams coming from the other end of the receiver and realized the seriousness of the situation. He repeatedly asked:
"Is Ling Mo also at the hospital?"
"She's not here. I don't know where she is."
"I see."
Upon hearing that Ling Mo was not at Renhe Hospital, Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief and simply said:
"I'm afraid it'll be too late for me to get there now. Instead of calling me, you should call the police."
"Ji Yan...do you really not care about my safety?"
Ling Tian didn't know if she had fallen for Ji Yan; all she knew was that Ji Yan's current attitude made her very sad.
This sadness, though not fatal, caused her unbearable pain.
“Ling Tian, of course I hope you’re alright. However, my home is quite far from Renhe Hospital, so I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. Why don’t you hang up the phone first, and I’ll call the police for you right away?”
Although Ji Yan was somewhat worried about Ling Tian's safety at this moment, just as he said...
By the time he arrived at Renhe Hospital, the daylily was already too cold.
"I see."
Seeing Ji Yan's words, Ling Tian said nothing more.
After hanging up the phone in a daze, she suddenly covered her mouth and nose with both hands, curled up under the hospital bed, and cried her heart out.
...
On the other side, as soon as Ling Mo opened the door to Song Xingwan's apartment, she saw Song Xingwan lying on the edge of the entrance hall, her lifeless eyes staring at her silently.
"Wanwan..."
Seeing this, Ling Mo quickly put down the hot porridge in his hand, rushed forward, and carried Song Xingwan back to the bedroom.
"MoMo, am I dreaming?"
Song Xingwan's slightly unfocused gaze finally settled on Ling Mo, and her already dry eyes welled up with tears once again.
Ling Mo carefully placed her on the bed, and said with deep remorse:
"I'm sorry I'm late."
You know everything about me, right?
Song Xingwan stared blankly at the ceiling, still looking lost and dejected.
Ling Mo nodded, turned on the bedside lamp, and asked softly:
"Are you hungry? I brought you some millet porridge, have some first."
Song Xingwan squinted and subconsciously raised her hand to block the light from above. "I'm not hungry."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. There's no hurdle in this world that you can't overcome."
Ling Mo stared at the marks on her wrists, clenching his fists in anger, wishing he could tear that beast Huo Yunting to pieces.
From the very beginning, she had planned to personally take action to save him out of respect for Song Xingwan.
Now, she has completely given up on that idea.
Even if Huo Yunting dies on the operating table, she will not show the slightest pity.
"MoMo, am I really useless? I always thought that if I tried a little harder, I could get out of my current predicament. But in the end, I even dragged myself down with me."
There's always a chance for things to turn around.
Ling Mo opened the insulated container and spooned the warm rice porridge to Song Xingwan's lips, saying to her in an unquestionable manner:
"I've already found you a new place to stay. I'll take you there after you finish your porridge."
Song Xingwan shook her head and replied in a muffled voice, "I'm not leaving. I don't want to go anywhere."
"Do you still want to stay by Huo Yunting's side? Can you really tell whether his feelings for you are love or just a twisted possessiveness? How much have you suffered because of him in these three years? If he really had any conscience, he wouldn't have hurt you like this."
“MoMo, it’s not entirely his fault. I owe him a lot. Even if he treated me like a prostitute, I can’t blame him. If it weren’t for him, I would have been driven to my death by my creditors long ago.”
Ling Mo frowned slightly. Perhaps because she had no experience in love, she found it difficult to understand Song Xingwan's persistence, and asked with particular confusion:
"His act of paying off the Song family's debts is merely a way of atoning for the mistakes they made. Besides, have you forgotten how Huo Yunting's mother treated you? Or is it that even now, you still can't let go of Huo Yunting?"
Song Xingwan sniffed, her voice choked with emotion as she said:
"To be honest, I really can't control my heart, and I can't completely let him go. It's just that things are beyond our reach now, never again. Right now, I just want to stay far away from him."
"If you want to avoid him, why won't you move out? Did Huo Yunting despicably threaten you with my life?"
Aside from this reason, Ling Mo really couldn't figure out why Song Xingwan was so determined not to leave Huo Yunting, who had left her covered in wounds.
Upon hearing this, Song Xingwan's eyes changed slightly, and she quickly turned her head away, vehemently denying it:
"That's not true."
Ling Mo only glanced at her briefly before knowing she was lying.
This time, however, Ling Mo didn't pretend nothing had happened as usual. Instead, he bluntly stated, "Song Wanwan, do you know that you blush when you lie?"
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