Chapter 570 Si Yu Kneeled to Propose 2

"I don't want to like you any more."

Loving someone is really hard.

Every time she likes someone seriously and hard, and tries her best to treat him well, she will be abandoned by him.

Song Jingxian is like this, and so is Si Yu.

She made a mistake once, and no matter how much she made up for it, she would not be able to gain the other party's trust.

Song Jingxian was in pain.

He once thought that the harm he had done to Song Zhao could be made up for later, and the passage of time would fade the scars in Song Zhao's heart.

But only now.

Hurt is hurt and can never be erased.

Even because of those injuries, Song Zhao had a deep shadow.

These shadows followed her like a shadow, and if she encountered similar things again, it would become a fatal straw that crushed her.

"Don't cry." Song Jingxian blamed himself and repented, everything he said seemed so powerless, and he wished to show his heart so that his sister would not be so sad.

He had always hoped that Song Zhao would play with him, but when this day really came, he couldn't bear it, and hoped that she would be carefree.

It turned out that his distrust in those three years caused my sister to be tortured every day.

She was such a person who couldn't bear to be wronged, but suffered such a big wronged.

"It's the big brother who didn't do his brother's duty well, and let the little girl down."

Song Jingxian hugged Song Zhao, the pain was really severe, his chest heaved, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"I've made you sad for three years, I'll count it up, and then use six years to make up for it. If six years are not enough, then sixty years...or you can do it if you want ninety years."

As he spoke, he paused, Song Jingxian laughed,

"No, I'm ten years older than you. Ninety years from now, I'll be buried in the ground. I can't look at my little sister anymore. I can't wait any longer."

Just imagining that scene, Song Jingxian felt a little unbearable.

He rubbed Song Zhao's cheeks, and said in a deliberative tone, "Why don't you feel wronged, and smile at Big Brother before he dies of old age, so that Big Brother doesn't leave with regrets, okay?"

Song Zhao turned his face away, his voice was sticky and hoarse.

"I don't want to give it."

Why is it such a humble and sad thing to like someone.

If you like it seriously, it will never end well. Instead, stay calm and restrained, and you will get good results.

If so, she doesn't like anyone anymore, as long as her heart is always balanced and she doesn't care too much, she won't get any harm.

As if he couldn't hold it any longer, Song Zhao bit his lips tightly, the mist that had always been in his eyes suddenly condensed into tears, which fell from the corners of his eyes.

With a clatter, warm tears fell on the back of Song Jingxian's hand.

"Okay, then I won't give it."

Song Jingxian didn't dare to make any more requests immediately, he lowered his eyes and said, "I know our little sister doesn't like others to see her cry embarrassingly..."

Although he thinks his sister is cute all the time.

But he still squatted quickly and turned his back to Song Zhao, looking ahead quietly, "Big brother carries you home, so I won't be able to see it."

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at the same time.

Too outside of the hospital.

There were quite a lot of people who came to eat melons and watch the show, and they were all waiting for Sheng Minggui's inspection results.

The prince stood indifferently outside the hospital, and when he heard the imperial doctor say that Sheng Minggui had a strange skin disease, he felt gloomy.

He felt that Sheng Minggui's illness was strange, suspected that it was intentional, and asked about the detailed symptoms of the illness.

Naturally, the imperial doctor couldn't tell, and he didn't want to be angered and dismissed as an official, so he could only implicitly say that it might be a disease of the mother's womb, and it was very likely that it could not be cured.