As if she knew what she wanted to ask, after a moment of silence, she spoke again, "nothing will happen to Nalan Yanran. "
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing did not ask any more questions. She only hoped that Yan Cheng would give her some good news.
Zhao Siqing leaned against Huo Jingchen's chest. She felt that every minute and second was like stolen time. The turmoil this time was like the aftermath of the war, leaving behind a scene of devastation.
It was also because of this that emotions became even more precious.
Smelling the faint and familiar fragrance on his body, Zhao Siqing's finger gently landed on his chest. She could not help but think of the scene at the factory.
The tip of the knife cut through his skin and flesh. It was painful to look at, but he did not even blink.
Zhao Siqing thought that if the knife cut her body.
She would definitely be in so much pain that tears would fall.
Through his clothes, Zhao Siqing's fingertips gently brushed past his clothes and stopped on his chest.
She looked up at him and asked softly, "does it hurt? "
Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly. "It doesn't hurt. "
"Then let me take a look, " Zhao Siqing said softly and reached out to unbutton his shirt.
Huo Jingchen reached out to hold her little hand and said in a deep voice, "I'll show you when I'm done with it. "
Zhao Siqing remembered that Jiang Jingming seemed to have carved the word "Gu" at that time, so she knew that Huo Jingchen might mind. Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "let me take a look. "
Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows and did not say a word.
Zhao Siqing ignored him. She pushed his hand away and gently unbuttoned his shirt, insisting on seeing the wound on his chest.
Huo Jingchen did not want her to see it, but he could not persuade her. He was even more afraid that he would hurt her if he used too much strength, so he simply let her go in the end.
The buttons were unbuttoned one by one by Zhao Siqing, and the word "Gu" on his chest appeared in front of his eyes.
Because it had been a while, the words that were cut by the knife had already scabbed, and some of the SCABS had even begun to fall off.
Zhao Siqing's fingertip gently caressed it, and her heart ached terribly.
Huo Jingchen didn't like her to see it. He pulled her little hand away and tidied up his shirt, covering the words on his chest.
Zhao Siqing buried her head in his arms and didn't say anything, but her tears fell uncontrollably.
Yang Jingqiu was right. She had also become a crybaby.
In the past, she did not like to cry.
Even during those difficult years abroad, she rarely cried.
However, the man beside her always lied to her about her tears.
Huo Jingchen sensed the moisture and warmth in his chest. He furrowed his brows and gently stroked her hair. He said in a low voice, "don't cry. I've thought about it. I'll add two more words later and change it to Gu Siqing. "
Zhao Siqing sniffled and said in a muffled voice, "No. "
No matter how she looked at it, carving words with a knife looked like a teenage boy who had not grown up. She did not like it at all.
Even if it was out of necessity, Zhao Siqing did not like it.
Huo Jingchen mistakenly thought that she did not like the surname Gu. He immediately said in a gentle voice, "if you don't want the surname Gu, then I'll change it to Gu Siqing, okay? "
He said in a low voice, and the warm breath spread by her ear, making Zhao Siqing feel at ease.
Zhao Siqing looked up at him and asked softly, "No, can't you remove it? "
She was not some paranoid and crazy young lady. She did not need the romance of 'engraving your name on a cigarette and inhaling it into your lungs' . Similarly, she did not need to engrave her name into his flesh and imprinted it into his body.
She did not want to be so bloody and cruel. She just wanted his wounds to be healed by time because of her. She only hoped that the scars left behind could be healed.