Zhao Siqing was hugged tightly by him, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and he lowered his eyes and said softly: "Let go." ”

Huo Jingchen hugged her tightly, and his voice trembled lightly: "Don't go, I won't let you go!" ”

He wouldn't let her go.

He wouldn't let her go.

He knew it was him who was bad, he knew.

But he didn't know what else to do... He was afraid that one day, when she remembered everything, she would hate him as much as she had done before.

He was afraid that he would lose control, that he would imprison her again.

He was afraid that she would eventually make the same choice as in her previous life.

He is afraid of too much, he is afraid that no matter how hard he tries, his fate will not change, he is afraid that these beautiful things are like a streamer phantom, and they will eventually repeat the trajectory of his previous life.

Huo Jingchen tightly imprisoned her in his arms and choked up: "Qingqing, I know it's wrong... I know it's wrong, okay......"

Zhao Siqing's eyes were also a little red, and her heart was indescribably astringent.

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye: "Don't you want me... You can't do without me ......"

You can't always be so cruel to leave me.

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes were dyed with a layer of mist, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly noticed a weight on his body.

Immediately afterwards, the weight of Huo Jingchen's whole person pressed on her,

She failed to stand still and staggered and fell to the ground.

Looking at it again, the man who was still holding him was already unconscious at the moment, his eyes were closed, and his face was not pale.

Even the unusually bewitching lip flap of the plain has dimmed a little.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to his senses: "Huo Jingchen! ”

When Tang Yan and Jiang Jingming on the side saw it, they didn't care about the excitement anymore, and hurriedly ran forward to help.

*

At night, eleven o'clock.

Zhao Siqing sat on the edge of the bed in the hospital ward, looking at the man who had not woken up on the bed and lost his mind.

The doctor said that he had long-term insomnia and fainting caused by emotional agitation, coupled with the recent use of a large number of drugs, and no matter how good his body was, he could not bear it.

Not long after, Tang Yan pushed the door in and put dinner at the head of the bed.

Zhao Siqing didn't move, still looking at the man on the hospital bed and losing his mind.

Originally, a good-looking face would be bruised, and the corners of the lips would have a bloody scab, which looked particularly distressing.

He has long eyelashes and well-defined roots.

This will be lethargic, but it looks extraordinarily quiet and well-behaved.

Tang Yan glanced at her silently, turned around and prepared to leave the ward.

Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and shouted to him: "Tang Zhen." ”

Tang Yan stopped and looked back at her.

"How long has he been on sedatives?"

Tang Yan was silent for a while and said slowly: "For two months, he couldn't help but want to go to you, so he relied on this to stabilize his emotions." ”

Zhao Siqing was in a trance, she knew that after the sedative was used for a long time, drug resistance would appear, and the dose needed to be continuously increased.

But in the same way, sedatives are highly addictive and cause poisoning.

If he continues to use it like this, he will collapse one day.

The next day, early in the morning.

When Zhao Siqing pushed the door in, he found that Huo Jingchen had woken up.

To her surprise, the ward, which had been fine a few minutes ago, was now in shambles.

The floor was littered with shards of broken glass and ceramics, and the kettles, mobile phones, and instruments were smashed to pieces.

Zhao Siqing never thought that he was just going out to get a medicine, and the good end ward would become like this.

Looking at it again, Huo Jingchen sat on the bed with his eyes down, his face was pale, and his body was full of indescribable loneliness, like an abandoned child, aggrieved and violent.

Sunlight filtered through the window and scattered on him, lining his face almost transparently.