Song Lingshan bit her lip hard, stared at Su Luo's reddened eyes, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Su Luo, do you really not love me anymore?"
As long as he says he still loves her, even if it's just a little bit, she'll pretend nothing happened.
She held him tightly in her arms, setting aside all her pride, and told him, "I still love you, and I'm willing to give everything for you."
I promise I will never make you sad or upset again. I am willing to change myself for you, as long as you don't leave me.
Looking into Song Lingshan's broken eyes, Su Luo felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, but he knew he still had his own responsibilities and people he needed to protect.
She whispered, "I don't love you anymore."
Click!
Song Lingshan's last hope was shattered at this moment.
When heartache reaches a certain point, it becomes numb, and you can no longer feel the pain.
Song Lingshan was as calm as could be. She forced a smile, revealing an extremely embarrassed expression, and made a promise.
"Okay, I promise you. You can go now. I won't look for you again."
She's done everything she could; she can't just drive someone to their death.
She hadn't been willing to let go before, not only because of her own unwillingness to accept it, but also because subconsciously she always felt that Su Luo must have feelings for her. But reality told her that there were no feelings left.
Perhaps I really should let go.
I'm so tired, I just want to get a good night's sleep.
Su Luo stood frozen in place. He really didn't expect Song Lingshan to let him off so easily today. Was he dreaming?
Seeing him in a daze, Song Lingshan half-jokingly said, "Aren't you leaving? Do you want me to beat you up?"
Su Luo seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly stood up, and said nervously.
"No, I'll leave now, thank you..."
"..."
Song Lingshan raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, remaining silent.
I'm afraid that if I speak again, I won't be able to hold back my tears.
Su Luo quickly left.
The door was tightly shut.
Song Lingshan stared at the closed door, tears welling up uncontrollably.
Tears streamed down her cheeks to her chin, then dripped onto the back of her hand on the table.
Song Lingshan lowered her head helplessly.
The bright red string on her wrist was also soaked with tears.
Song Lingshan cried even harder, rubbing the red string on her wrist vigorously.
If Su Luo really doesn't like her at all anymore, why did she give her the red string that was supposed to bring good luck before?
Is it because you liked me back then, but not anymore?
Song Lingshan pursed her lips, took off the red string, and threw it into the trash can beside her without hesitation.
Since he no longer loves her, why does she keep his "relics" and look at them every day to recall every little thing about them?
Are you kidding me?
Why should he? Is he worth it? What's so great about him?
He was neither tall nor handsome, and he was poor, short, timid, insecure, and also silly and naive!
What's good?
"There's nothing good about it, it's not worth it at all..."
"There's nothing good about it, it's not worth it at all..."
"There's nothing good about it, it's not worth it at all..."
Song Lingshan murmured repeatedly as if bewitched, her tears flowing like a burst dam, unstoppable.
He stood up awkwardly, dug the red string out of the trash can with his bare hands, and carefully put it back on his wrist.
That's right, Su Luo is not good at all.
But she loves him hopelessly, what can she do?
She really is the biggest idiot in the world.
...
When Su Luo got home, the first thing she did was go to the bathroom to take a shower.
I took a cold shower and finally got out of my low mood.
She changed into her pajamas, dried her hair, and left the bathroom, shivering.
The empty room was completely silent. Su Jianni had gone to school, leaving him all alone.
Su Luo sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and casually clicked on the recently popular variety show, "Goodbye, My Love."
I thought it wouldn't be very interesting, just the guests acting out a script.
But the more I watched, the more I got hooked and angry. If it really was scripted, then the couples' performances were just too realistic.
So annoying, so annoying, it feels like there's a fire raging inside me.
Mingming said that Song Lingshan agreed to his resignation today and promised not to contact him again.
He's finally free; he should be happy.
He couldn't be happy at all. He started to not understand himself. Did he really not want to let go of Song Lingshan and still love her deeply?
Su Luo shook his head vigorously. Now it wasn't a question of whether he was willing to part with her or whether he still loved her.
He already has a girlfriend, and he can't have his cake and eat it too, hurting both women at the same time. Now, because of his indecisiveness, he has already hurt one of them.
If he hurts Nami again, he will truly be the worst scumbag in the world.
Su Luo forced herself to stop thinking about anything related to Song Lingshan, picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, took one out and put it in her mouth, her hand trembling as she lit it with a lighter.
He took a deep breath.
"Cough cough cough..."
A smoker of ten years was suddenly choked.
It hurts so much, my throat hurts, my eyes hurt.
It hurt so much that tears came to my eyes.
Su Luo raised her hand to wipe away her tears, then turned her gaze back to the television screen and continued watching the variety show.
Not long after.
The phone on the corner of the table started vibrating.
Su Luo glanced at the caller ID; it was Su Jiani's homeroom teacher calling.
My heart suddenly constricted.
He immediately crushed the cigarette he hadn't finished smoking into the ashtray.
Pick up the phone and answer the call.
"Hello? Is this Su Jiani's parent?"
"Yes, I am her father."
The homeroom teacher's attitude was very bad, and her tone was full of disdain and complaints.
"You'd better come over right away, your daughter is bullying her classmate again."
"Okay, I'll be right there!"
Su Luo hung up the phone, immediately took off her pajamas, changed into a cotton coat, picked up her keys, and quickly left the house.
I hailed a taxi and headed straight to the school.
Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, watching the scenery rushing past the window, I felt uneasy.
He had lost count of how many times Su Jiani's homeroom teacher had called him to school this year.
But this time his feelings were different from before. He was scared before, but this time he was extremely scared.
Because Song Lingshan showed him the wanted poster for Su Jiani's mother.
They also suggested that he give up custody of Su Jiani, subtly telling him that Su Jiani might inherit her mother's violent genes.
He had previously thought Su Jiani had a problem, but he had already taken her to see a psychologist, who did not say that Su Jiani had violent tendencies.
Could Dr. Lu's diagnosis be wrong?
Should we find a few more authoritative people to take a look at Su Jianni?
wrong.
His biggest concern right now isn't finding a psychologist for Su Jianni, but rather just how far Su Jianni has gone in bullying her classmates this time.
I hope I don't hurt my classmate or send him to the hospital.
Su Luo really didn't want Su Jiani to bully her classmates. He knew how painful and helpless the bullied students were.
He didn't want Su Jianni to be bullied, but he also didn't want her to bully her classmates.
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