When the man saw the knife in her hand, his face sank a little.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly: "Divorce, I don't love you anymore, why torture each other anymore." ”

He approached her step by step, his dark eyes stared directly at her, and his gaze was deep: "Give me the knife." ”

She sat on the edge of the bed and didn't move, but the knife in her hand approached her a few points, and looked at him coldly: "Don't come over again." ”

The blade was sharp, and in an instant it sank into her snow-white flesh.

Red blood trickled down the fruit knife in her hand, spread across her plain white fingers, and landed on her pale pink nightdress.

The man slowly stopped and sneered: "You hate me so much? ”

The corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little moist, and he looked at him and said softly: "Divorce, okay?" I'm so tired......"

The man's eyes turned a little red, and his lips moved lightly: "Don't think about it." ”

Zhao Siqing chuckled, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Do you have to die for me?" ”

The man's eyes darkened a little, and a touch of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "It's okay to die, and then I will send Yang Jingqiu and Nalan Yanran to your funeral!" ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, his body shook slightly, and he looked at him distractedly.

At this moment, the man stepped forward and grabbed the knife in her hand, and the blade cut through his palm, and the blood stains on her before gradually blended together.

"You pay me back!" Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and struggled to snatch the dagger down.

But the man seemed to not know the pain, and his big hand grasped the blade, and the strength was amazing.

Zhao Siqing's tears fell, and he said angrily: "You bastard! ”

With a 'bang', the knife was snatched by him and fell to the floor on the side with a crisp sound.

*

"Wake up." Huo Jingchen sat on the edge of the bed and twisted his eyebrows and whispered.

He didn't finish the company's affairs and went to bed late, but not long after, he heard her crying from the bedroom.

He pushed the door and entered, and saw the little woman on the bed huddled in a ball, her little face white, and tears streaming down her face.

"Zhao Siqing!" Seeing that she hadn't woken up yet, Huo Jingchen's voice was a little heavier, and his big hand fell on her shoulder.

Zhao Siqing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion, but his tears were still crackling down, as if he couldn't come back to his senses.

Huo Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, and said softly, "Don't cry." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at the man in front of him blankly, only to feel a pain in his heart.

After a long time, Zhao Siqing gradually came to his senses.

She slowly got up and sat down at the head of the bed and looked at the time, one o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Siqing reached out and gently touched his neck, his fingertips still trembling slightly.

It's a dream... Is it really just a dream?

Why could that dream be so real, that suffocating weakness, that aching pain in the heart......

Even the pain of the fruit knife cutting through the flesh is so real.

Those sticky hot blood stains stained her hands, and even the air was faintly bloody, and there was an inexplicable heartbreaking grief.

Zhao Siqing leaned on the head of the bed in a daze, her throat was dry, and her eyes were swollen from crying, as if she was still immersed in that kind of heartbreak.

How many times?

It's the first time I've dreamed of that man......

Who the hell is he? Why can't she see his face clearly, no matter how hard she tries?

Zhao Siqing was a little sad for no reason, and an indescribable pathetic mood enveloped her.

Huo Jingchen poured her a glass of warm water, and it wasn't until her fingertips touched the warm water cup that her numb body regained some consciousness, looked at him and said softly, "Thank you." ”