Hearing his movements, Zhao Siqing got up and walked to the bedroom. When she passed by him, she did not even glance at him out of the corner of her eyes. It was as if she had completely treated him as air.
Huo Jingchen reached out to pull her back. After a few seconds of silence, his Adam's apple moved slightly. He said slowly, "if you want to go to her... "
Zhao Siqing opened his hand and said softly, "there's no need. "
Her voice was cold, causing him to stop speaking and fall silent.
Zhao Siqing passed by him, turned around, and returned to the bedroom. She gently closed the door and leaned her back against the door, tears falling uncontrollably.
She was the one who had caused Yanran's death.. It was her fault.
If it weren't for her, Yanran wouldn't have died.
Perhaps it was because she already knew that something had happened to Yanran the last time, but compared to this time, Zhao Siqing seemed to have calmed down a lot. It was as if there was nothing she couldn't handle after living until now.
Zhao Siqing stood there for a long time with her hands and feet cold before she slowly walked to the Sofa and sat down in a daze.
It was not until evening that Huo Jingchen pushed the door open and came in. His deep gaze fell on her and he said slowly, "let's eat. "
Zhao Siqing hugged the pillow in a daze and did not speak.
Huo Jingchen walked to her side and brought the food over for her. After a moment of silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "what do you want me to do about Nalan Yanran's death? "
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing laughed mockingly, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes.
She looked up at Huo Jingchen with red eyes and said softly, "now that she's dead, why do you continue to pretend? Even if you arrange for her family to prosper now, what's the use of burying her in glory? "
Huo Jingchen pursed his lips and remained silent.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes, as if she was annoyed by just looking at him.
She said slowly, "if it weren't for you, Yanran wouldn't have died. Can you go out now? I don't want to see you. "
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little. He stared at her for a long time before he finally felt helpless.
He placed the food in front of her and said coldly, "finish your food before I come back. "
Then, without waiting for Zhao Siqing's reaction, he turned and left.
Zhao Siqing got up and walked to the window. Looking out of the window from afar, she couldn't help but think.
Would Yanran be very cold in such a cold and rainy season.
Did she change into a beautiful dress when she left? was she still beautiful.
She was such a beauty lover. In another world, she would definitely still be a bewitching monster.
Not long after, the scene changed again. She arrived at the cemetery.
However, the tombstone was not a picture of Nalan Yanran, but Yang Jingqiu's.
Zhao Siqing looked at the familiar face on the tombstone in a daze. Her entire body was cold, but she could no longer shed tears.
She had lost a lot of weight. When she looked at the photo of Yang Jingqiu, she was also a little dazed. No one knew what she was thinking.
Huo Jingchen put a coat on her body and said in a low voice, "the wind is strong. Let's go back. "
She still stood there stubbornly, as if she wanted to look at Yang Jingqiu for a little longer.
In the photo, she was still as beautiful as ever. She was exquisite and meticulous. There was an unspeakable harshness and harshness in her, but there was also a wilful beauty in her.
Zhao Siqing looked at the photo in a daze, but for some reason, her bony appearance appeared in front of her eyes.
She had aged a lot, and was no longer the beautiful and exquisite appearance she remembered.
Her complexion was also not good, as if she could not eat often. She had also lost a lot of weight, pushing away all those who wanted to care about her and approach her.
Until death, she was all alone.