Zhao Siqing woke up crying, and when she opened her eyes, the pillow was completely wet.

She looked at the slightly pale sky outside the window, and only felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Zhao Siqing got up slowly, still immersed in that dream for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

Why does she always have dreams about that man?

Or is it such a bizarre dream......

In the dream, is she dead?

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a while, looked at the faint light, and saw Huo Jingchen lying on her small sofa with a pillow.

Because the sofa was too small and he was tall, he seemed very uncomfortable, and his eyebrows were twisted all the time.

Zhao Siqing slowly got up, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and walked softly to the sofa.

She squatted beside him and shook his hand gently: "Huo Jingchen......"

Huo Jingchen didn't seem to be sleeping very peacefully, and when he heard the movement, his brows tightened tighter, and after a few seconds, he slowly opened his sharp phoenix eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Zhao Siqing squatting beside him in a white puff-sleeved nightdress, his little face was pale, but his eyes were red and swollen, which looked particularly distressing.

Zhao Siqing's eyes were still red, she looked at him and said softly, "You hug me." ”

Huo Jingchen gradually came to his senses, his heart was soft, he hugged her to his lap, and said in a low voice: "What's wrong?" Is it uncomfortable? ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to probe the temperature on her forehead.

He had only probed her temperature two hours earlier, so he shouldn't have a fever.

His big hand was slightly cold, but it was extremely comfortable to fall on her forehead, which made Zhao Siqing, who was in a state of confusion, sober up a little.

She leaned into his arms and lowered her eyes and whispered, "I have a nightmare, and my heart is sad." ”

Zhao Siqing can't tell why, it's obviously just a dream, but she seems to be trapped in the sad emotions of the dream for a long time.

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, his big hand fell on her head and gently stroked her hair, and asked in a low voice, "What did you dream about?" ”

Hearing his question, Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "I dreamed... I died, a lot of blood. ”

Her voice was soft, and her gaze was a little distant, as if she was immersed in some kind of thought.

Huo Jingchen's body stiffened a little, the big hand holding her gradually tightened, the Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Dreams are all reversed, don't think about it." ”

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, but remembered that the man in the dream always had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

But every time she woke up from a dream, she felt like she was being pulled away from that man, and it was always difficult to remember too much.

Huo Jingchen pressed her little head to his chest, rested his chin on her head and whispered, "You've been too tired lately, I'll take you out for a walk in a few days." ”

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, shook his head, and said softly: "I dreamed of a luxuriously decorated villa, I dreamed of a man who couldn't see clearly, and I committed suicide by drinking bullets in front of him... I dreamed that I was covered in blood and died in his arms......"

Listening to her words, Huo Jingchen's whole body froze, his eyes were sour, and he looked ahead, his eyes were out of focus.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and a chill rose from his tail vertebrae, gradually spreading to every inch of blood, making his throat tighten, and giving birth to an indescribable unease.

Zhao Siqing leaned into his arms and whispered: "I always dream of that man and that villa... It's a different situation every time, but it's always real and makes me wonder if I've really experienced it. ”

Huo Jingchen's throat moved slightly, unable to speak.