For three days in a row, she did not see Huo Jingchen again until Zhao Siqing was discharged from the hospital.
Mrs. Gu and the others deliberately avoided mentioning him again, while Old Mrs. Huo directly made up an excuse to say that he was on a business trip abroad.
Zhao Siqing did not investigate whether it was true or not, but she knew that everyone probably noticed that something was wrong between her and Huo Jingchen.
These few days, she was still dreaming, and the details of those not-so-detailed details gradually filled up her memories, including her past life and this life.
On the day of her discharge from the hospital, almost everyone came except Huo Jingchen.
Zhao Siqing looked at the faces that had almost turned gray in her past life's memories. Now that they were standing in front of her, she felt that the love and hate in her past life were like a dream.
After Zhao Siqing was discharged from the hospital, she went straight back to the old mansion. Old Madam Huo was worried that she would not let her return to the mansion with Huo Jingchen.
After sending them off, she was finally alone in the room.
The Room was very large and empty.
This place was different from the villa in her previous life. It was filled with all their beautiful memories, and they rarely even quarreled.
Zhao Siqing slowly fell onto the big bed. There seemed to be a faint aura of his body on the bed.
However, she knew that it seemed that he had not returned in the past few days... ...
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes, feeling extremely frustrated.
She had to admit that he had really changed a lot.
He did not even look much different from an ordinary person.
But.. Were their personalities really suitable?
After washing up, Zhao Siqing climbed into bed early, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned.
Not long after, she vaguely heard footsteps in the Living Room. She couldn't help but slowly open her eyes and couldn't help but listen to the sounds.
The door wasn't tightly shut. Not long after, she heard someone's footsteps getting closer and closer until they slowly stopped.
Huo Jingchen stopped in front of the bedroom door. His big hand landed on the DOORKNOB and held it tightly. Veins popped up on the back of his slender white hand, and there were a few scratches that had not been treated yet.
He stopped in front of the door for a long time, but eventually, he could not help but slowly push the door open.
It was not until his arm was slowly lowered that he saw a bloodstain oozing out from his sleeve, slowly dripping down his elbow.
At that moment, his other hand was tightly gripping a gun.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark red, as if he was trying his best to suppress something. His dark pupils only made people feel heartbroken and suffocated.
Huo Jingchen's gaze fell on the woman on the bed. He slowly walked to her side, his fingertips trembling.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Huo Jingchen slowly stopped beside her. His hand trembled as he slowly grabbed her hand outside the blanket. His voice was a little hoarse. "Qingqing... "
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark red as he looked at the woman on the bed. From the first time she dreamed of her past life, he seemed to have known that this day would come sooner or later.
He should have thought of a solution earlier, but unfortunately, this question seemed to be unsolvable.
However, he still did not expect that this day would come so soon.
From now on, would she never smile at him again? Would she never want to see him again.
Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes, and a drop of water slowly slid down from the corner of his eye.
He actually missed her like crazy, wanting to hug her and keep her by his side.
But he was also afraid of seeing the coldness and disgust in her eyes.
He was afraid that if he could not control himself, she would hate him more and more. She would even rather die in front of him to take revenge on him, just like before.