Ling Sheng is almost a conditioned reflex, the body is one step ahead of the brain, subconsciously counterattack, but the palm in front of her raw stop, can not stop some shaking, take back his hand, red eyes looking at her, anxious can not: "tell me, what happened?"

"Go away!" Xia Xia roared, and her red eyes suddenly pushed her away. She asked in a loud voice: "Why me, Lingsheng, why me?"

Ling Sheng didn't know what was going on. When she was pushed away, she ran into the corner of the table behind her, and tears of pain came out. She didn't know what she meant. But her intuition told her that it might have something to do with her. She tried to calm down and asked her, "what happened?"

"I said, I'm not Ling Sheng. Why are they still unwilling to let me go? Why?" Xia Xia saw her moment, her mood suddenly collapsed, pointing to her and crying: "it's all you, Lingsheng, it's all you, they're looking for you, why me!"

Those people are always looking for Lingsheng. What they are looking for is Lingsheng, not her. She shouts desperately and tells them that she is not Lingsheng.

However, no one believe her, no one to help her, despair, the bone of despair, did not experience that kind of despair, is not to understand what it is feeling.

She thought, at that time, someone would come to save her.

How she thought, at that time, those people would believe her.

Xia Xia's emotional collapse, can not help shouting at her, let her roll, take things to hit her, throw her, cry sad despair.

When Lu Xianzhi came in, she saw that Xia Xia was crazy and yelled at Lingsheng.

Ling Sheng was covered with water stains, and his forehead was red with a pair of red eyes. He looked at her quietly and allowed her to beat and scold.

"Enough for you." Lu Xianzhi stepped forward, clasped Xia Xia's arm and snatched the pillow in her hand: "stop it, it's none of her business."

"It's her!" Xia Xia's voice was hoarse and her face was full of tears. She looked up at Lu Xianzhi, as if she had grasped the straw. She was crying for blood. It was she who wanted to be recognized by him: "it's her. It's her who should be QJ. It's not me. Why don't they listen to my explanation and no one believes me?"

Ling Sheng's heart, cold, as if all of a sudden fell into a black hole in the ice, she said every word, like the most poisonous knife, cut her blood dripping, the whole body.

Memories flooded in, dirty, humiliating, desperate, pressed in the bottom of my heart's deepest memory, like an agreement, suddenly surged up, and the darkness devoured her.

She clearly knew that this was not her memory, but the memory of the original owner, but when the picture hit, she was still hit with blood, and her painful head seemed to explode.

She knows, she should understand.

This body, too, has been in a worse situation than what she is now experiencing. How can she not know what it feels like, the bitter hatred, the resentment, the despondency, all of which she has experienced.

But what can be done? Even if you hate, even if you complain, you still have to live. You can't change anything in the end. It's just the people closest to you that you hurt.

Ling Sheng didn't know what he felt now. His limbs were cold, and every cell of his body could not stop shivering. He was full of dark despair. She came to her side and wanted to hold her. But looking at her rolling eyes, she said in a hoarse voice: "I know."

She knows.

She knows everything.

"What do you know? You don't know anything! " Summer a shrill scream, stretched out his hand into claws, to her on the past.

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