As if knowing what she wanted to ask, she was silent for a moment and then spoke again: "Nalan Yanran will not have an accident." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing didn't ask again, just looking forward to Yancheng's side giving some good news.

Zhao Siqing leaned on Huo Jingchen's arms, only feeling that every minute and second now was like stolen time, and this turmoil was like a devastation after the war.

is also the same, so that the preciousness of feelings becomes more and more precious.

Smelling the faint familiar fragrance on his body, Zhao Siqing's fingers lightly fell on his chest, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when he was in the factory.

The tip of the knife cut through the flesh, it hurt to look at, and the blood flowed profusely, but he didn't even blink an eye.

Zhao Siqing thought, if that knife cut on himself.

She's going to cry in pain.

Through his shirt, Zhao Siqing's fingertips gently swept over his shirt and stopped at his chest.

She looked up at him and asked softly, "Does it hurt?" ”

Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly: "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Then I'll take a look~" Zhao Siqing spoke softly and reached out to unbutton the button on his shirt.

Huo Jingchen reached out and pressed her little hand, and said in a deep voice: "I'll show you when I turn around and change it." ”

Zhao Siqing remembered that Jiang Jingming seemed to have engraved a Gu character at that time, and knew that Huo Jingchen might be minding, Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly: "I'll take a look." ”

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows and didn't make a sound.

Zhao Siqing ignored him, broke away from his hand and gently unbuttoned him, insisting on seeing the wound on his chest.

Huo Jingchen didn't want her to see it, but he couldn't resist her, and he was even more afraid that he would hurt her again if he had more strength, so he simply let her go in the end.

The buttons were unbuttoned by Zhao Siqing one by one, and a Gu character on his chest appeared in front of him.

Because it had been a while, the handwriting from the knife marks had already scabbed, and several scabs had even begun to fall off.

Zhao Siqing's fingertips stroked it gently, and he was distressed.

Huo Jingchen didn't like to let her see it, so he tore her little hand apart and tidied up the placket of her clothes, blocking the handwriting on her chest.

Zhao Siqing buried his head in his arms, silent, but tears fell uncontrollably.

Yang Jingqiu is right, she has also become a crybaby.

She didn't like to cry before.

Even in the difficult years abroad, she rarely shed tears.

But the man next to her lied to her tears all day long.

Sensing the wetness and warmth in his chest, Huo Jingchen frowned and gently stroked her hair, and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, I've thought about it, go back and add two more words, change it to Gu Qingqing." ”

Zhao Siqing sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Don't." ”

How do you look at this kind of thing like a second-year teenager who hasn't grown up, she doesn't like it at all.

Even if it was because he had to, Zhao Siqing didn't like it.

Huo Jingchen mistakenly thought that she didn't like the surname Gu, and immediately said softly: "If you don't want to have the surname Gu, then I'll change it to Gu Siqing." ”

He spoke in a low voice, and the warm breath spread in her ears, making Zhao Siqing feel steady.

Zhao Siqing raised his head to look at him and asked softly, "Don't, can't you remove it?" ”

She's not some bigoted madness, she doesn't need the romance of 'carving your name in a cigarette and inhaling it in your lungs', nor does she need to carve her name into his flesh and imprint it into his body.

She didn't want such gore and cruelty, she just wanted him to be healed by time because of the injuries she had suffered, and she just hoped that the traces left behind would heal.