Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

When Song Lingge woke up, the ward was pitch black, and she could only vaguely see through the green light of the emergency exit in the corner.

She was in a daze and had no idea what her situation was.

"Lingge, you're awake?" It was Qiao Nansheng's voice.

Song Lingge moved slightly, which startled him awake.

Qiao Nansheng thoughtfully turned on the night light: "Don't move, it will hurt a lot if you aggravate the wound."

He spoke too late; Song Lingge was already wincing in pain.

I was stabbed and died quickly in my past life. The heartache at that time was even greater, so I don't have much of an impression of the knife wound.

But now, I am truly feeling the pain.

Qiao Nansheng felt a pang of heartache and gasped for breath, looking both silly and adorable.

Song Lingge said with a wry smile, "Stop making me laugh, it hurts so much."

Qiao Nansheng was also helpless. He was completely innocent. He hadn't been teasing her, but he still went along with her words: "Okay, then don't move. Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"It just hurts, I don't feel anything else."

In the stillness of the night, Song Lingge's pain became even clearer. She and Qiao Nansheng stared at each other, not knowing what to do at this hour.

She just woke up, so she definitely can't fall back asleep.

Qiao Nansheng had been eagerly awaiting her wake-up, so naturally he couldn't fall back asleep.

"Why don't you talk to me? You can talk to me about anything. I can't sleep right now," Song Lingge said.

Her voice was soft and weak, sounding almost like she was being coquettish.

Qiao Nansheng nodded, took her hand, and placed another pillow on the cot, half-lying down so that he was at the same height as Song Lingge.

"Originally, Aunt Song, Grandma Lin, Xiuxiu, my maternal grandmother, and my aunt were all planning to keep watch here, but I sent them all back."

"Are you sure you rushed it?"

Song Lingge teased Qiao Nansheng, but failed to make him laugh. Instead, she chuckled, which aggravated her wound, causing her to cry out in pain.

Qiao Nansheng was both angry and heartbroken, yet at a loss for what to do. He wished he could take the knife wound upon himself.

"If you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt! Xiuxiu is here too?"

"She came with Aunt Song."

Song Lingge's eyes suddenly widened, sparkling, and she asked with a gossipy look, "Is she with my cousin?"

Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but gently flick the tip of her nose. Even in this state, she still couldn't resist gossiping.

"Very likely. You'd better hurry up and interrogate her yourself!"

Song Lingge pouted and said, "Yeah, we definitely need to interrogate him properly. He's been like a ghost lately. You know what? I was stunned when I saw my cousin today. It was like watching a TV drama; I guessed everyone, but I never expected it would be my cousin who came to save me."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Qiao Nansheng lowered his head in shame.

He should have always been by her side.

Song Lingge realized she had said the wrong thing: "Actually, I heard your voice, but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes at that time."

Qiao Nansheng smiled at her, suppressing his guilt. Even in Song Lingge's state, she was still trying to comfort him; that only made him feel more guilty.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you properly."

Song Lingge shook her head: "It's not your fault. Actually, my dad didn't mean to hurt me. He took me to my mom's grave to repent. After reading my mom's diary, he said he lost the will to live, and that he pushed my mom down the grave, so he planned to pay with his life. I accidentally grabbed the knife..."

Qiao Nansheng had already heard the general situation from Chen Bingfeng, and now that Song Lingge was telling him, he felt even more distressed.

When she took the diary over, did she already anticipate this would happen?

Was she very upset when she heard Song Jianping tell the truth himself?

Was she very helpless when she argued with Song Jianping in front of Zhao Jueyu's grave?

……

It seems that every time she encounters trouble, he is not by her side.

"Your cousin took him to the police station. Now that he's remorseful, this matter is finally over."

Song Lingge's eyes darkened: "That's not all. Although Zhou Songmei didn't directly commit the crime, if she hadn't provoked my mother, my mother wouldn't have started arguing with my father, which is why she accidentally pushed her down."

In this matter, it is quite difficult to hold Zhou Songmei accountable; it depends on whether Song Jianping identifies her.

Even if she is identified, her crime will not be punished for long, and she will not be imprisoned during her breastfeeding period.

"Don't think about these things now, okay?" Qiao Nansheng knew this was a knot in her heart.

"The truth about Mom's situation has come out, and I won't dwell on it anymore."

After everything that has happened, Song Lingge will no longer be as impulsive as before.

The principle of yielding to the fortunate dictates that she has no reason to sacrifice her life again for revenge.

Both Zhao Jueyu and Fang Xingxing hope that she can live a good life!

She will live her life well, including theirs.

“It’s good that you think this way!” Qiao Nansheng said.

Song Lingge looked at him, her eyes regaining their sparkle: "Not just me, you have to think the same way. Do you know how important you are to me?"

The sudden, heartfelt confession left Qiao Nansheng stunned.

Song Lingge ignored him and continued talking. These quiet, late nights were perfect for sharing one's innermost thoughts.

"If it weren't for you, I might have gone astray. You know what? I've always been a very conflicted person, my thoughts kept changing, and many times I hated that version of myself. But now I'm especially grateful for that conflicted version of myself."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because when I was struggling, it was because of you that I felt life was so beautiful, and I couldn't bear to give it up. I don't want to become a machine that only knows revenge. Perhaps, I will become another Zhou Songmei."

"No, you can never be her."

Everyone has a fundamental nature, and Song Lingge's fundamental nature is kindness. She could never become someone like Zhou Songmei.

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course!"

"why?"

"With me here, how could you possibly become like that?"

Song Lingge wanted to tease him, but the throbbing pain in her wound made her give up the idea.

When Song Jianping pulled out the knife at the cemetery, it really startled her.

Although she bravely stepped forward to take the knife away, she was genuinely afraid. It was precisely because she had already died once that she cherished the preciousness of life even more.

As the knife pierced her flesh, she thought of Qiao Nansheng.

He is the biggest variable in her life, Song Lingge's hope and reliance.

Qiao Nansheng will never know that it took Song Lingge two whole lifetimes to walk firmly toward him.

From then on, nothing could separate her from Qiao Nansheng.

It's so wonderful to have met him in this lifetime!