Huo Jingchen was afraid that he would bully her and cry again, so he folded the quilt for her and said softly: "I'll leave when you fall asleep." ”

Zhao Siqing blinked at him and didn't speak, staring at him with big eyes.

But in the end, she couldn't stand the heavy eyelids, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

Huo Jingchen looked at him with gentle eyes and said softly: "Little has no conscience." ”

Zhao Siqing slept very deeply and couldn't give him any response.

Huo Jingchen kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Good night." ”

*

Before Huo Jingchen left, he dimmed the lights in the room and then went to the outer bedroom.

It was rare to be able to sleep on a soft big bed, but he didn't sleep well.

He had a long, long dream in which he lived alone for many years.

Countless cold and windy nights, the empty villa, he was alone, and he never saw her again.

The sweetness, love and hate, and pain of the past are gone.

All that's left is the boundless loneliness.

The picture is finally frozen in a pitch black night, and there is no light on in the dark study.

Only the faint moonlight outside the window shone in, and he sat at his desk, cell phone in hand, his fingertips quibbling to dial her number.

"Sorry, the phone you are calling is turned off, please dial ...... later"\b

He slowly put down the phone and smiled softly.

It was still a cold, mechanical voice, and she would never come back.

He looked forward countless times that one day, he could still hear her voice, and countless times that as soon as he came home, he would still see her.

But she never appeared again, and she turned into a cold tombstone and was buried in the back garden of the villa.

He planted a lot of flowers next to her tombstone, and he hired many florists to take care of them.

But he rarely goes, because in this way, he can still deceive himself that she is still alive.

Day after day, spring goes and autumn comes.

Her number was finally empty, and her shadow was becoming less and less visible in the room.

He tried to grasp something, but he couldn't keep anything.

He began to want to fall asleep for a long time, so that at least she would go back to her dreams to see him, whether it was love, hate, or indifference, he always thought that it would be nice to see her again.

But he always had insomnia, and he always had trouble falling asleep after tossing and turning all night.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could sleep forever like this, and he could live in the same world with her again.

"Qingqing!"

Huo Jingchen dreamed of her dying in his arms again, and suddenly woke up from his sleep, covered in cold sweat and pale.

Huo Jingchen sat on the bed and was stunned for a few seconds, his heart aching.

He slowly got up and drank some water, and it was not until the slightly cool liquid slid through his stomach that he slowly woke up.

After a pause, Huo Jingchen gently pushed open the door of the inner bedroom.

It wasn't until he saw the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed that his heart gradually calmed down.

She wouldn't know how scared she was after she was taken away by Chen Shixiong.

He called her again and again, but never waited for a response.

He was afraid that all of a sudden everything was just a dream, and in the end what awaited him was her cold tombstone.

Huo Jingchen's hand was on his heart, and his heart was still a little painful.

Qingqing... My ...... What am I going to do with you.

*

The next day, Zhao Siqing woke up very early, only to feel that he woke up refreshed and full of blood.

Turning around and seeing that there was no one next to the bed, Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he got up, he almost stepped on a man again.