Huo Jingchen raised her little face with his big hand and said in a deep voice, "Look at me." ”

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes blinked, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and his eyelashes were still stained with a layer of mist.

Huo Jingchen only felt a pain in his heart, and coaxed softly: "It's me a bastard, it's none of your business"\b

Did he subconsciously think that it was still when they were together in their previous life, and that they still had nights and mornings where she slept beside her.

Those pictures made him accustomed to it, so that he, who was not awake enough, couldn't distinguish between the past and the present, and couldn't distinguish between the real dream.

Zhao Siqing looked at him with red eyes, and saw that the blood beads were still slowly rolling down his face, so he couldn't help but whisper: "You are bleeding, I will accompany you to the hospital." ”

"No, I'll ask Tang Zhen to call a doctor over." Huo Jingchen spoke in a deep voice, and then called Tang Yan.

After the doctor examined it, he confirmed that there was nothing serious, treated Huo Jingchen's wound and left.

Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, but until the doctor left, people were still a little absent-minded.

As soon as the doctor left, both of them fell silent, making the original warm breath a little cold.

Zhao Siqing got up and glanced at him, and when he remembered the scene just now, he didn't know how to face it.

She avoided his gaze and whispered, "I'll go take a shower." ”

Huo Jingchen reached out and grabbed her wrist, looked at her with black eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Angry with me? ”

Zhao Siqing looked at his deep eyes, and the temperature of his hand sliding over her body came to mind.

She said softly, "You let go first." ”

Huo Jingchen would listen, clasped her wrist, and was silent for a few seconds before whispering: "I thought it was a dream." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him and was stunned for a few seconds, and said softly: "What did you dream of?" ”

She knew that he wasn't awake when he didn't wake up, but what he said and did was too intimate and natural.

Even if his attitude was impatient, Zhao Siqing could still feel the indulgence and familiarity, like a habit that had been cultivated for many years.

Huo Jingchen met her eyes, was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "You." ”

Zhao Siqing was a little distracted.

Dream?

Should he have dreamed of having ...... with her?

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing didn't dare to ask again.

She looked away a little unnaturally, and when she remembered the picture not long ago, her whole body was a little hot.

Huo Jingchen saw that she seemed to have walked out of the emotion just now, reached out and took her in his arms, he pressed his face against her hair, and whispered: "In my dream, I got you and lost you." ”

Huo Jingchen couldn't help but think of his previous life ten years, and he slowly lowered his eyes to cover the pain under his eyes.

Ten years is like a dream, a snap of a finger.

Her laughter and scolding, her love, hatred, and hatred, all kinds of the past, have long been sealed in the torrent of years.

In the end, it was just that she completely forgot about him, leaving him alone to guard the ten years of love and hate.

He didn't know if it was a blessing or a misfortune.

Time flies like a white horse, and it seems that nothing has been left.

After years of passing and countless midnight dreams, all he could remember was the picture of her dying in his arms.

Thinking of that, Huo Jingchen hugged her tighter, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "Qingqing, I always wanted to get you." ”

Zhao Siqing was in a trance.

She didn't know what he meant by 'getting', whether it was a rain and love, or the imprisonment and possession of eternal life.

She can just feel the loneliness and desolation of a man for no reason, like yellow sand and grass growing for thousands of miles, like a big river surging and surging.

Pick up the knife, he is a demon who kills gods and slaughters Buddha, put down the knife, he is kowtow in front of the Buddha, the most devout believer.