Zhao Siqing's gaze fell on Huo Jingchen's hand.

There were bruises and blood marks on his slender fingers, the old wounds from a while ago were healed, and in the blink of an eye, new wounds were added.

After Huo Jingchen put on her socks, he covered her with the quilt again.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark.

Facing his face, Zhao Siqing tilted his head slightly to avoid his gaze, but his eyes were a little sour.

Doesn't it hurt him to hurt so much?

Why don't you say a word, but you still have to be so good to her.

Seeing that she still didn't seem to want to talk to herself, Huo Jingchen was silent for a moment and said softly, "Good night." ”

As the words fell, he got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at his back, the man's back was straight, but there was an indescribable loneliness.

Zhao Siqing frowned, and couldn't tell why, but felt a pain in his heart.

Huo Jingchen sat on the bed in the living room, staring at the dark TV and lost his mind.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he remembers the scene at the mall today.

He came out of the pharmacy, but she was never seen again.

The crowd was chaotic, but he only felt panic that he had never felt before.

He searched for her shadow everywhere like crazy, and in a trance he almost thought that all this time was a dream.

Then the dream woke up, and she also disappeared, never to come back.

It wasn't until later, when Lu Qian's assistant found him, that his heart dropped a little.

Thinking of the scene where Lu Qian treated her wounds, Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened.

He didn't know if she still loved Lu Qian.

I don't know if she still thinks Lu Qian is better than him.

As long as he thought about the two years they were together, he couldn't control himself anymore.

He just wants that man to disappear, he just wants him to never be in front of her again!

In the bedroom, Zhao Siqing sat on the bed and was stunned.

Thinking of the wound on his face, she finally lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked out.

Although Lu Qian is not as ruthless as him, he can't avoid occasional fights in country M.

Huo Jingchen didn't say a word, and he didn't know if the injury was serious.

There was a 'creaking' sound from the bedroom door, and Huo Jingchen came back to his senses and turned his head to look.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Huo Jingchen turned his head to look over.

Zhao Siqing stood there and looked at him for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes and walked to him with the medicine box.

Under the warm light, Zhao Siqing stood in front of him, first brushing his hair and looking at his face.

One eye socket was blue, there was a slight abrasion on his forehead, and there was a broken skin at the corner of his mouth.

She was silent as she tended to his wounds, but she couldn't help but think.

I don't know if she and Huo Jingchen don't get along, since I met this man, either he was injured or she was injured, and there has been no time to stop.

"Have you always been hurt before?" Zhao Siqing asked softly while applying medicine to his wound.

Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "No." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing didn't ask again.

After taking care of the injuries on his body, he looked down at him and said softly, "Are you injured?" ”

Huo Jingchen didn't make a sound, and took off his shirt directly.

The man's strong and white muscles were a little dazzling, and Zhao Siqing looked away a little uncomfortably.

His muscles are well-proportioned and powerful, and he looks so muscular that he looks so muscular that he doesn't even dare to look at him directly.

Zhao Siqing hurriedly glanced at it, and saw that he didn't have too many other injuries except for a bruise on his waist and abdomen, so he immediately sprayed him with some medicine to dispel stasis, then turned around and said, "Okay, you go to bed early." ”