Why did she dream about scenes from her past life?

Why do you have such dreams......

Zhao Siqing said softly: "Huo Jingchen, do you say that this dream portends something?" Is there something I'm going to do in the near future? ”

Huo Jingchen's lips opened slightly, opened them, and said softly after a while: "No." ”

Zhao Siqing leaned on his arms with some dependence, and said softly: "I can't tell why, it's just that there is an indescribable sadness, and my heart seems to hurt." ”

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes to cover the obscurity under his eyes, and said with some difficulty: "What else have you dreamed of?" ”

Recalling the previous dreams, Zhao Siqing was silent for a while, and picked up and talked to him casually.

As for the dream of being crushed under that man... Don't mention it.

In the quiet and deep night, listening to her soft voice, Huo Jingchen's hands and feet were cold, and his heart was trembling.

How could she dream of this?

If this continues... Will she remember it all sooner or later?

If she remembers... Isn't she......

Thinking of this, Huo Jingchen felt an indescribable panic.

He had always thought that being born again was the most generous gift of fate to him, but he never thought that maybe she would remember one more day.

She hated him so much... Hate him so much!

When the time comes, will she never want to see him again?

Thinking of her indifferent gaze, the corners of Huo Jingchen's eyes were a little red, as if he was trying to restrain something.

"Huo Jingchen?" Zhao Siqing spoke softly and slowly looked up at him.

Huo Jingchen came back to his senses, looked directly at the clean and cold little face in front of him, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "What." ”

Zhao Siqing stared at him for a while, and saw that his face was pale and the corners of his eyes were a little red, so he couldn't help but say softly: "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Huo Jingchen paused for a few seconds and said in a low voice: "No." ”

Without waiting for him to finish, Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his forehead.

It's not hot, but it's not cold.

She reached out and gently touched his big hand, hesitated for a moment and said softly, "You go to bed and sleep for a while." ”

There are no extra quilts in her room, and she doesn't know where Yang Jingqiu has stored the other bedding in the past few years.

Rushing out to find it will definitely alarm Yang Jingqiu.

But if he continues to sleep on the sofa like this, he will definitely freeze and catch a cold.

Zhao Siqing looked at the sky, it would be half past four in the morning, or it wouldn't be long before it would be bright, and she wasn't worried about what he would do to her.

Thinking like this, Zhao Siqing planned to get up from his lap.

But as soon as she moved, Huo Jingchen's hand tightened a little, and subconsciously tightened her waist.

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at him, and through the faint light, he could vaguely see the uneasiness in his eyes.

His face was pale and bloodless.

I looked at her a little absent-mindedly, not knowing what I was thinking.

Zhao Siqing has almost never seen him like this, although he is moody, he is not good, it is often difficult to judge his thoughts from his expression, and it is even more difficult to guess what he is thinking.

But at this moment, Zhao Siqing felt a touch of panic and uneasiness from him.

Sensing her gaze, Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes.

Zhao Siqing hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and he didn't make a sound.

In the dim night, Zhao Siqing could feel the sadness and loneliness on his body, which made her feel an indescribable distress.

She reached out and hugged him gently, patted him gently on the back like a child, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you." ”