She caused a huge ruckus. In the end, Yang Jingqiu signed a peace agreement with the parents of those people and forced her to leave the country. She was very disappointed in her mother.
Since then, her relationship with Yang Jingqiu had reached a freezing point. She couldn't even make two phone calls in a year.
She actually understood that Yang Jingqiu was doing this for her own good.
She was a young girl who wasn't even 18 yet. How could she compete with those rich and powerful families.
Moreover, Gu Xiaoxi's parents had already signed a peace agreement. No matter how much she struggled, she would only end up like a clown.
If this matter were to spread, she might even be targeted again, threatened and retaliated against. Others might even think that she had been raped just like Gu Xiaoxi.
In fact, she knew that Yang Jingqiu had done a lot for her behind the scenes.
That was why she had been able to live peacefully overseas for those years.
However, she understood, but she could not let it go.
She could not accept the so-called love she had for herself. She could not accept that it was based on her disregard for Xiaoxi's humiliation.
She would rather not have such peace and happiness!
She wanted justice. She wanted Xiaoxi to be able to rest in peace and rest in peace after her death.
She was never afraid of rumors. She was afraid of her conscience.
However, Yang Jingqiu never understood what she really wanted.
She was only stubborn and mean, using her own way to protect herself.
*
Zhao Siqing's head was in a daze when she suddenly recalled the memories from six years ago. She gradually fell asleep.
Huo Jingchen lowered his head and looked at the little woman who was sleeping restlessly in his arms. His gaze was complicated.
The woman's face was Pale, because she was still sick and had an abnormal flush.
Under the warm light, her eyelashes were long and tender, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. There was a different kind of gentleness in her cold brows.
Huo Jingchen gently kissed her little face and said in a low voice, "good night. "
Zhao Siqing had already fallen asleep, so she did not give him any response.
Huo Jingchen slowly got up and walked to the SOFA in front of the coffee table. He could not help but take out a cigarette.
However, thinking that she did not like the smell of cigarettes, he turned the cigarette around in his hand and stuffed it back into the cigarette box before throwing it on the small coffee table.
Huo Jingchen stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the falling snow outside the window, his eyes as dark as ink.
Qing Qing.. Will I make you unhappy?
If I can only bring you harm in the end, should I insist on keeping you by my side?
*
The next day, in the morning.
The Sky had just brightened, but Zhao Siqing had a dream again.
She slept very restlessly and dreamed of that strange scene again.
She dreamed that she was about to die, in the candlelight, in the champagne tower and in the arms of a man.
She was wearing a white dress with a little makeup, but her body was covered in a large amount of bright red blood. It was a shocking sight.
A gun was thrown on the ground beside her hand. The man hugged her tightly with his bloodshot eyes and whispered her name, "Qing Qing... Qing Qing! "
"Don't die... I don't allow you to die! Do you hear me? I don't allow you to die! " The man was wearing a white shirt and was kneeling on the ground. He held her wound tightly with one hand and said angrily with his red eyes.
Zhao Siqing could feel his stiffness and slight trembling in her arms.
She only felt that her body was in great pain and her consciousness was somewhat sluggish.
She slowly looked at the man in front of her. She still could not see his face clearly, but she could see the tears in his eyes.
Zhao Siqing raised her hand with some difficulty. Her fingers landed on his cheek and gently caressed his outline.
She gently opened her lips and said intermittently, "Do... do you love me? "