"Qingqing......" Huo Jingchen called her softly with some uneasiness, his eyes dark.

She... Did you dream about something again?

Hearing his hoarse voice, Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and felt a pain in his mouth when he saw the unease in his eyes.

She squeezed out a smile at him and said softly, "It's okay, it's just that I dreamed that we had a quarrel and then reconciled." ”

Huo Jingchen's dark eyes looked at her directly, and his expression did not relax, as if he wanted to see the truth of her words.

Zhao Siqing slowly raised his hand and gently stroked his face, and said softly: "I don't know what happened in my previous life, but since fate has given us another chance, then we will start again." ”

Huo Jingchen stared at her for a long time, slowly lowered his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Okay." ”

We do it all over again.

He slowly buried his head in her neck socket and whispered, "Qingqing... Don't want me. ”

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was in a trance.

She slowly reached out and gently hugged him back, without making a sound.

Huo Jingchen didn't know what fate wanted to arrange, he just felt ridiculous and frightened.

Why did he let him start over again, but he also wanted her to remember it together.

It's ridiculous that he can't do anything but hug her.

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After this dream, Zhao Siqing could sense that Huo Jingchen was becoming more and more nervous about her, as if she was afraid that she would disappear.

Often as soon as she was out of his sight for a few minutes, he would be in a hurry.

She could sense his uneasiness more and more, but she didn't know what else to do other than tell him again and again that everything in his past life was over.

Occasionally, when he is in a daze, Zhao Siqing can't help but think about it.

The self in the dream, do you love him?

What were they like then......

Ten years of love, have you ever been sweet?

Or just torturing each other.

She couldn't help but want to ask Huo Jingchen, did Yang Jingqiu's illness get better?

Did he let her go and see her.

I want to ask him, have they ever had children? Is it a boy or a girl......

is like a curiosity about his unknown life, Zhao Siqing often thinks crankily when he is in a daze.

But she knew that repeating the past would only make him more uneasy.

Those pasts that seemed like dreams to her were the most heartfelt for him.

So, if you don't want to mention it, you don't have to mention it.

Huo Jingchen was always afraid that she would dream, so he became more and more silent for a while.

Zhao Siqing stayed in Huo's house for a few days, and never saw anyone else except for a cousin of Huo Jingchen and Xie Yumian by chance.

Mrs. Huo never showed up, as if she had completely forgotten her existence.

Zhao Siqing is also very comfortable living in the Huo family, after all, someone is responsible for food and clothing, and there is nothing annoying about it.

On the third day, Zhao Siqing planned to go back to work in the studio.

After all, she hadn't been to the studio for half a month, and there were nearly ten days left before Mrs. Huo's birthday banquet.

Huo Jingchen was silent and didn't say a word, which made Zhao Siqing couldn't help but be a little worried about his situation.

After Zhao Siqing finished breakfast, Huo Jingchen dressed her outside, then looked at her and said softly, "I'll send you." ”

"Okay." Zhao Siqing smiled at him.

Before going out, Huo Jingchen couldn't help but take her into his arms again, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Qingqing, I don't want you to go." ”

Zhao Siqing said softly: "During this time, you have been facing my face every day from morning to night, aren't you annoyed?" ”

Thinking about moving in from that day, in the end, I was still carried by him to the master bedroom.

Stealing half a day of leisure, starting from his hospitalization, plus the days in the Huo family in the past few days, in addition to taking a bath and going to the toilet, she and Huo Jingchen can really be regarded as day and night.

He doesn't bother at all?