The early spring sunshine was very warm. His eyelashes cast two shadows on his eyelids, making him look a little gloomy.
There was a faint dust floating in the air. He seemed to be immersed in his own world. Even Zhao Siqing pushed the door open and entered without noticing.
Zhao Siqing sighed softly, closed the door and walked to the bedside.
"Why are you throwing a Tantrum again? " She stopped by the bedside and looked at him.
Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds. He slowly raised his head and looked at her in a daze.
Huo Jingchen's lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something. After a while, he hugged her tightly in his arms and said in a low voice, "I thought you didn't want me anymore. "
Zhao Siqing looked at him and did not say anything. She reached out and gently stroked his hair.
Huo Jingchen smelled the faint fragrance on her body and hugged her waist even tighter. His head was in her arms and his eyes were sore. "We won't break up. "
Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds. She looked at him and asked softly, "why can't you see me? ''
Why did he still want to distance himself from her even though he had endured so much.
Upon hearing this, Huo Jingchen's body stiffened a little. He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Siqing without saying a word.
Her gaze was as gentle and gentle as ever. When she looked at him, there was a little more gentleness and indulgence.
Huo Jingchen slowly let go of her. His large hands tightened bit by bit, and veins popped up on the back of his hands.
Zhao Siqing gently put her hand on his and said gently, "If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. "
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened. He looked at her and was silent for a long time. Then, he slowly said, "If... one day you find out that you really hate me, can you give me another chance? "
Zhao Siqing was a little dazed. This was the second time he had asked this question.
"Give me another chance. Don't leave, " Huo Jingchen said slowly, his voice low and hoarse.
Zhao Siqing looked at the sincerity in the man's eyes. Her heart ached for no reason. She said softly, "okay. "
After getting the answer he wanted, Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes. His expression was much more relaxed.
He pulled Zhao Siqing into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Let me hold you for a while. "
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing let him hold her like this and did not say anything else.
After a long while, Huo Jingchen said softly, "I'm scared. I'm scared that you'll see the man in your dream clearly. "
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and didn't say anything.
Huo Jingchen's voice was low and hoarse, with an imperceptible tremble. "The man in your dream is me. "
Zhao Siqing's entire body froze, and she slowly raised her head to look at him.
Huo Jingchen's lips pursed slightly, and his dark eyes looked straight at her. The hand that landed on her waist tightened even more, afraid that she would leave him in the next moment.
Zhao Siqing was a little stunned.
It was not that she had never suspected that the person in the dream was him.. But, how did he know it was him?
Could it be.. That those things had really happened before.
The fragmented dreams turned into fragments, alternating in Zhao Siqing's mind.
He locked her on the bed, he locked her in the villa.
He hugged her, he kissed her.
They argued, they loved each other, they were warm to each other, but they also hurt each other.
Until.. She died... ...
Zhao Siqing suddenly remembered the night she raised her gun to commit suicide. He hugged her and cried like a child. Through the dream, her heart hurt so much that she almost suffocated.
Zhao Siqing's mind was a mess. Her fingertips were cold. She looked at the man in front of her in a daze.
"those... aren't dreams? " Zhao Siqing said softly, a little absent-minded.
Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes. His voice was bitter as he slowly replied, "yes. "
"What is that? "