At the thought of this, the corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes could not help but turn a little sour.
At that time, her entire body was hot and hot, and her thoughts were in a mess.
She wanted to save her, but she did not know what she could do even if she supported herself to get up?
Through the gaps in the bamboo basket and through the tears, she saw Xiaoxi turn her head to look in her direction and silently say, "don't come out. ".
Zhao Siqing clenched her fists tightly and bit her lip as she watched the scene outside.
Her heart was bleeding, and her entire body was hot and hot. Salty tears filled her nasal cavity and mouth.
She wanted to scream, to push away the men who humiliated Xiaoxi, and even to kill them.
But there was nothing she could do.
It was not until that moment that she realized how powerless she was.
She could do nothing but watch and remember the faces carefully.
At the thought of that, Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and clenched her fists.
Huo Jingchen pulled her into his arms and whispered, "I'm here, Qingqing. "
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled, and there was a layer of water on them. She opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her and said softly, "later, Xiaoxi died. "
Not long after she was humiliated, she chose to jump off the rooftop of the school.
When she thought of the girl who used to love to laugh and the girl who accompanied her every day, Zhao Siqing's heart ached so much that she could not breathe.
She always hated herself.
If she had not hidden in the bamboo basket and kept quiet, perhaps the ending would have been different.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes slightly and did not speak again.
She hated and hated herself at that time, even though she knew that she might have supported herself to get up, but it was just a tragedy for the two of them.
However, all these years, she never stopped living with guilt and self-blame.
She could not accept the fact that she had once watched her best friend being humiliated and raped. She could not accept her weak and useless self.
Now, six years had passed.
Xiaoxi had long gone to her grave, but she could still enjoy the myriad of emotions in this world.
Whether it was luck or misfortune.
She was still alive.
And the girl who had short hair and a bright smile would never come back.
Huo Jingchen looked at the woman in his arms with tears in her eyes. His heart was filled with bitterness. He felt bitter and bitter in his heart. It was as if he was feeling pain for her and ridiculing him.
All those years in his past life, he had never known that she had such a past.
That was why he had forced himself on her. She must have been in so much pain and despair.
At that time, he still did not understand anything. He only felt that this woman had a fatal attraction to him.
He had forcefully kept her by his side, wanting to make her his personal possession.
He did not know what Love was, nor did he know how to love.
He only instinctively gave and plundered... ...
He only knew that she must accept what he gave her, and that he must get what he wanted from her.
But it turned out that he was only hurting her in the name of love.
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at him and said softly, "the one who was humiliated and died in the end should have been me. She shouldn't have been such a good little Xi. "
The woman in front of him had a pale face, and her already sick little face was even more transparent and colorless.
She looked at him with an exceptionally absent-minded gaze, without any focus.
Huo Jingchen thought of that scene, and thought that if all of this had happened to her, he would feel his blood rush up and almost go crazy!
"Qingqing, it's not your fault. " Huo Jingchen lowered his head and kissed her eyes, his voice hoarse.