Huo Jingchen was afraid that he would bully her and make her cry again. He tucked her in and said gently, "I'll leave after you fall asleep. "
Zhao Siqing blinked at him without saying anything. She stared at him with her big eyes.
However, her eyelids could not help but feel heavy. It did not take long for her to fall into a deep sleep.
Huo Jingchen looked at him with a gentle gaze and said softly, "you're a little heartless. "
Zhao Siqing fell into a deep sleep and did not give him any response.
Huo Jingchen gently kissed her cheek and said in a low voice, "goodnight. "
*
Before Huo Jingchen left, he turned down the lights in the room and went to the bedroom outside.
It was rare for him to be able to sleep on a big soft bed, but he did not sleep well.
He had a very, very long dream. In the dream, he spent many years alone.
Countless Cold Nights, the empty villa, he was alone, and he could not see her anymore.
All the sweetness, love, hate, and pain that he had before were gone.
All that was left was that endless loneliness.
The scene finally stopped at a pitch-black night. The lights were not turned on in the pitch-black study.
Only the weak moonlight shone in through the window. He sat in front of the table, holding his cell phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed her number.
"sorry, the number you dialed is turned off. Please try again later... ''
He slowly put down the phone and smiled lightly.
It was still the same cold and mechanical voice. She would never come back.
He had hoped countless times that one day, he would still be able to hear her voice. He had hoped countless times that as long as he returned home, he would still be able to see her figure.
But she had never appeared again. She had turned into a cold tombstone and was buried in the back garden of the villa.
He had planted many flowers beside her tombstone. He had hired many gardeners to take good care of her.
But he rarely went, because he could still deceive himself that she was alive.
Day After Day, Spring passed and autumn came.
Her number finally became an empty number, and her shadow in the room became fewer and fewer.
He tried to hold on to something, but in the end he could not hold on to anything.
He began to want to sleep for a long time, so that at least she would come back to see him in her dreams. Whether it was love, hate, or indifference, he always thought that it would be good even if he could see her again.
However, he was always unable to sleep. He tossed and turned all night and could not fall asleep.
He could not help but think that if he slept forever, he would be able to live in the same world as her again.
"Qingqing! "
Huo Jingchen dreamed of the scene of her dying in his arms again. He was startled awake from his sleep. He was covered in cold sweat and his face was Pale.
Huo Jingchen sat on the bed in a daze for a few seconds. His heart was throbbing with pain.
He slowly got up and drank some water. Only when the slightly cool liquid flowed through his stomach did he slowly wake up.
After a while, Huo Jingchen gently pushed open the bedroom door.
It was not until he saw the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed that his heart gradually calmed down.
She would not know how scared he was after she was captured by Chen Shixiong.
He called her again and again, but he could not get any response.
He was afraid that everything was just a dream, and in the end, what awaited him was still her cold tombstone.
Huo Jingchen placed his hand on his chest, his heart still hurting a little.
Qing Qing.. My Lord... ... What am I gonNA do with you . .
* Oh, yeah
The next day, Zhao Siqing woke up very early, only feel a wake up refreshing, full blood resurrection.
Turning around to see no one by the bed, Zhao Siqing slightly relieved.
But just got up, but almost stepped on some man.