After the two of them talked things out, their relationship became much better.
Huo Jingchen promised to give her time to think about it, but he didn't rush her.
Zhao Siqing wanted to sleep in separate rooms with him for a while, so that they could have some time to calm down and let her slowly digest the ten years of memories that suddenly appeared.
But her gaze fell on the back of his hand that was stained with blood, and her heart softened.
She actually knew that he always liked to use this kind of tactic to test whether her heart would ache.
It was funny that she couldn't bear to do it even though she knew.
"Go take a shower, and I'll help you bandage your wound, " Zhao Siqing said gently. Then, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, intending to find the medicine box.
Huo Jingchen couldn't help but hold her wrist. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his dark eyes stared at her, wanting to say something but stopping.
In the end, he slowly let go of her hand.
He actually had too many things to say, but it seemed to be futile.
However, he thought that at least for now, she was still willing to pay attention to him, which was much better than he thought... ...
When Zhao Siqing came back with the medicine box, she saw that Huo Jingchen had already gone to the bathroom.
She could not help but sigh and sat by the bed, lost in thought.
She had always been open-minded. Now that she had returned to another life, she was with him again, and she even had his child.
What she wanted was not to hurt and entangle with each other like in her previous life. If possible, she hoped that they could be happy for the rest of their lives.
After all, life was short, only a hundred years.
Even if she cried for a year, she would laugh for a year.
If possible, no one would want to live their lives in a dilemma and suffering.
Although she understood the logic, if she really had to forget the fear and hurt he had left her in her past life for ten years, Zhao Siqing felt that she still lacked the courage to go all out.
Turning her head, her gaze fell on the black pistol on the bedside table, and she slowly held it in her hand.
Staring at the gun in her hand for a while, Zhao Siqing got up and planned to find a place to hide it.
After all, she more or less understood Huo Jingchen's character. If he lost control, he might not be able to control himself.
After looking around, Zhao Siqing finally hid the gun on the bookshelf in Huo Jingchen's study.
She took out two books, hid the gun behind the books, and then put the books back.
When she returned to the bedroom, Huo Jingchen had already come out of the bathroom.
Zhao Siqing said gently, "I'll help you bandage it. "
Huo Jingchen followed her to the bedside. Zhao Siqing quietly opened the medicine box to sterilize him, then applied some medicine.
His hands were slender and fair, but they were covered in bruises. There were many cuts from the glass, and dark red blood was oozing out.
Zhao Siqing took care of his wounds. After a few seconds of silence, she looked at him and said softly, "Huo Jingchen. "
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his dark eyes looked straight at her without making a sound.
Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "No matter what decision I make in the end, you have to live well, okay? At least, you are still the father of the child... "
Huo Jingchen looked at her in a daze. After a few seconds of silence, he said slowly, "okay. "
If you want me to live, I will live.
*
At night, Huo Jingchen lay beside Zhao Siqing, but he did not hold her in his arms as usual.
He actually knew that her last bit of patience was to let him stay here.
If he pushed her even harder, she would only hate him as much as before.
Huo Jingchen's eyes flashed with self-mockery. Look, he actually understood everything, but he still lost control.