Almost all the lip was bitten by him, Zhao Siqing came back to her senses, aware that there are so many people around.
On second thought, she suddenly thought of Li Feihuan and his people are still there, could not help but anxiously said: "Li Feihuan also came. "
Huo Jingchen patted her gently and comforted her: "It's OK, I'm waiting for him to come. "
His voice is deep and powerful, make Zhao Siqing's heart slowly down.
She looked up at the man in front of her, reached out and gently caressed his cheek. "I thought you were dead... "
Huo Jingchen looked at her with his dark eyes and said softly, "I always die later than you. "
Otherwise, how could he be at ease watching her suffer alone in the world, watching her being bullied, watching her cry.
Zhao Siqing broke into a smile and sobbed, "How do you know I'm not dead? "
Thinking of this, Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened.
It had to be said that Li Feihuan was very meticulous.
In the beginning, he was indeed almost deceived.
However, he did not believe that she died just like that. When he calmed down, he went directly to the morgue to find her body.
The body had long been burned into charcoal and was in pieces. It was pieced together from broken limbs. It was hideous and terrifying.
He thought that Li Feihuan probably thought that by the time he calmed down and realized that something was wrong, the scattered bodies would be difficult to identify. It would be difficult to find anything else.
Unfortunately, he still underestimated his understanding of Zhao Siqing.
The corpse was indeed similar to Zhao Siqing's body and even her appearance. In addition, it was hard to identify the flesh and blood.
However, after he looked carefully, he still found some differences.
The finger bones of the corpse's little finger were basically intact, but it was slightly longer than the second knuckle of the ring finger.
He remembered that Zhao Siqing's finger was extremely cute, and her white little finger was just on the same level as the second knuckle of the ring finger.
Other than that, it was her hair quality.
Although the woman's hair color was the same as Zhao Siqing's, he knew that Zhao Siqing's hair was very soft and smooth, but the hair of the corpse was not soft enough... ...
And occasionally, there would be some intact pieces of skin on her body. He would remember where there was a small mole on her body, the shape of her bones and flesh, and even the texture of her skin.
Such things were mostly small details.
Now that he thought about it, Huo Jingchen could not tell if he really noticed these differences, or if he was trying to forcibly find some differences to prove that she still existed.
Hearing his words, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but be a little speechless.
Huo Jingchen pulled her into his arms and whispered, "after all, I've studied every part of your body in detail. How could I not notice the differences between her and you? "
Zhao Siqing's face couldn't help but burn a little. She whispered, "why are you so shameless? "
Huo Jingchen couldn't help but kiss her face again. He whispered, "I haven't studied the appearance of pregnancy properly yet. "
Zhao Siqing's face was slightly red. She looked at him and whispered, "stop it. Why are you so perverted? You studied a corpse for an entire night. "
Huo Jingchen smiled and pecked her chin twice. He said in a low voice, "I still like you more than a corpse. "
Zhao Siqing looked at him with a red face and did not say a word.
Although she felt that his appearance was a little annoying and annoying, she had to admit that it was really nice to see him standing in front of her with his flesh and blood.
Zhao Siqing hugged him softly. Her eyes were sore as she said softly, "Huo Jingchen, I love you. "
I'm willing to let go of all the old grudges, love you again, and love you well.