"I heard you."
Song Qiluo reluctantly rolled out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, her inner thighs ached terribly. She gritted her teeth and tried to suppress the discomfort.
She forced a smile at her sister.
Seeing that she was walking awkwardly, as if her legs were numb, and that her complexion was not good, Song Lingshan asked with concern.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Qilu coughed twice in a mock manner and waved her hand.
"It's nothing, just a bit of a cold."
Song Lingshan stopped her younger sister, who was about to go down the stairs, and tried to dissuade her.
"Then don't go downstairs. I'll have Aunt Zhang bring your food inside and make you some ginger soup. Go back to your room and rest."
Song Qiluo nodded gratefully, "Alright then."
Although my older sister is a bit strict with me, she has always taken good care of me, and that has never changed since I was a child.
Song Lingshan, still worried, reached out and touched her younger sister's forehead. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she didn't have a fever, and then helped her back to her room.
After finishing the meal.
Song Lingshan carried the food, pushed open the basement door, and turned on the light.
Seeing Su Luo lying motionless on the mattress in the cage, her face pale to the point of being almost transparent, and her lips bloodless.
The exposed arm and wrist were covered with bright red teeth marks, and the gushing blood stained a small patch of the bed sheet.
With a whoosh.
The tray slipped from his hands, the porcelain bowl shattered, and soup splashed all over the floor.
Without thinking twice, Song Lingshan rushed into the house, unlocked the door with her key, and carried Su Luo to the large bed next to her.
I hurriedly called Dr. Zhou.
After hanging up the phone, he pinched Su Luo's cheek and said anxiously.
"Suluo, wake up, don't sleep."
Su Luo showed absolutely no reaction, as if he were dead.
Song Lingshan noticed that his body was cold, so she hurriedly crawled into the quilt, hugged him tightly, kissed his cold forehead, and tears streamed down her face as she said with heartache.
"Didn't you promise me you wouldn't hurt yourself anymore? Why did you lie to me?"
"Can't you just give in to me? I know you're in pain, but you can't keep degrading yourself like this."
"Is she really that good? I know you hate me, hate that I shot her, hate that I locked you up, hate that I forced you..."
"But have you ever considered my feelings? Do you know how sad I was to see you two taking vows in church?"
"I really don't want to hurt you, I just don't know how to get you back into my life..."
Song Lingshan cried and complained for a long time.
It wasn't until Dr. Zhou arrived and bandaged up the wound on Su Luo's wrist that the wound was healed.
Tell Song Lingshan that Su Luo was just too weak and had lost so much blood, which is why she fainted. She just needs to rest and recover.
Song Lingshan scratched her hair wearily and said helplessly.
"Aunt Zhou, I'm so scared. What if he commits suicide? Aunt Zhou, please tell me what I should do?"
If Su Luo were to commit suicide like her mother and completely leave her, she really wouldn't be able to go on living either.
Zhou Hong sighed softly, looked at Song Lingshan's swollen eyes, and made a suggestion.
“Miss, I think that after being locked up by you for so many days in a long-term, dark environment, he may develop mental problems. Should you find a psychiatrist to come and take a look at him?”
“I’ve already made an appointment. The doctor will be here this weekend, in two days.”
Originally, Song Lingshan wanted the psychiatrist to simply brainwash Su Luo, making Su Luo hate or forget Ozawa Nami.
But Zhou Hong's words make a lot of sense; Su Luo might really be mentally unstable.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have bitten her wrist so hard and caused so much bleeding.
Zhou Hong spoke earnestly.
"Then I still suggest that you take good care of him these next two days, don't provoke or torment him anymore, and please don't let him hurt himself again."
Song Lingshan sniffed and said in a hoarse voice.
"I see."
I'll just skip the company for the next couple of days and keep an eye on Su Luo 24/7.
Zhou Hong looked at Song Lingshan's thin face and said with heartache.
"Miss, you must take good care of yourself. Look how thin you've become."
Actually, she wanted to say that you should also pay attention to your mental state, but she couldn't say that.
Saying this would likely offend Song Lingshan, who has a strong personality and a very high sense of self-respect; naturally, she wouldn't listen to such words.
However, as an outsider and as a doctor, she could really sense that Song Lingshan's mental state was definitely not normal.
She was too stubborn. Although she smiled at me, it wasn't a genuine smile of happiness.
Zhou Hong never understood how Su Luo and Song Lingshan, who were so in love a few years ago, had ended up like this.
We're torturing each other; I have no idea when it will end.
She could sense that Song Lingshan was living a very painful life. Despite being the one in control, even the one who was abusing her, she couldn't see any pleasure in her being in a superior position.
Song Lingshan touched her face in a daze, not even realizing she had lost weight, and explained with a forced smile.
"I know, I will take good care of myself. I'm probably just too tired lately."
Zhou Hong nodded slightly, "That's good, I'll be going now."
Song Lingshan stood up. "I'll see you out."
"good."
After seeing Zhou Hong off, Song Lingshan returned to the basement.
He sat down by Su Luo's bedside, tilting his head back and staring motionlessly at the IV drip bottle.
A little over an hour later, the solvent in the IV bottle was empty.
Song Lingshan lowered her head, removed the needle from Su Luo's hand, and gently pressed on Su Luo's bruised hand.
Su Luo, still half asleep on the bed, opened her eyes and, upon seeing that the person in front of her was Song Lingshan, her dark eyes instantly filled with fear.
She tried to sit up in a panic, but Song Lingshan held her down firmly and said gently.
"Don't move, be good."
Su Luo quieted down, her bloodshot eyes filled with tears, and she said in a hoarse voice.
"I'm sorry, Ling Shan, I'm so sorry, can you forgive me?"
"?!?!"
Song Lingshan stared in astonishment.
Su Luo was apologizing to herself; she must have misheard.
Ever since she brought Su Luo back to Beijing, Su Luo has been constantly at odds with her, showing no remorse whatsoever, and even saying that she hates her.
He only said sorry once, and it was clearly not sincere.
When he woke up, Su Luo suddenly apologized to him, looking at him with such sincere eyes.
It seemed he truly realized he was wrong, and understood the bitterness that had been weighing on his heart all these days.
"What did you say?"
Tears welled up in Su Luo's eyes as she spoke sincerely.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm really sorry..."
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