Hearing his movements, Zhao Siqing got up and walked to the bedroom, and when he passed by him, he didn't even glance at him, as if he was completely treated as air.

Huo Jingchen stretched out his hand to hold her, was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "If you want to go to her ......"

Zhao Siqing opened his hand and said softly, "No need." ”

Her voice was cold, and he was silenced when he didn't speak.

Zhao Siqing passed by his side, turned back to the bedroom, gently closed the door, leaned back against the door panel, but the tears couldn't stop falling.

She was the one who hurt Yanran... It's her fault.

If it weren't for her, Yanran wouldn't have died.

Xu is because he already knew that Yanran had an accident last time, but this time, Zhao Siqing seems to be much calmer, as if he has lived until now, but there is gradually nothing that he can't bear.

Zhao Siqing stood in place with cold hands and feet for a long time before slowly walking to the sofa and sitting down in despair.

Until the evening, Huo Jingchen pushed the door in, and his deep gaze fell on her and said slowly: "Let's eat." ”

Zhao Siqing hugged the pillow in a daze and did not speak.

Huo Jingchen walked to her side and brought the food for her, was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you want me to do about Nalan Yanran's death." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing sneered, and a touch of sarcasm slipped under his eyes.

She raised her eyes to look at Huo Jingchen with red eyes, and said softly: "Now that the person is dead, why do you continue to pretend?" Even if you arrange for her family to flourish now, what is the use of burying her in a grand manner? ”

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, and he was silent and silent.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes, as if he was annoyed by looking at him.

She said slowly: "If it weren't for you, Yanran wouldn't have died, can you go out now, I don't want to see you." ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, stared at her for a long time, and finally felt a sense of powerlessness.

He put the food in front of her and said coldly, "I'll finish it before I come back." ”

After that, he didn't wait for Zhao Siqing's reaction anymore and turned to leave.

Zhao Siqing got up and walked to the window, looked out the window from a distance, and couldn't help but think.

In such a cold and rainy season, will Yanran be very cold?

Did she change into a beautiful skirt when she left, and it was not beautiful.

She loves beauty so much, and she will definitely be a demon who demagogues all beings in another world.

Not long after, the picture changed again, and she arrived at the cemetery.

It's just that the tombstone is not a photo of Nalan Yanran, but Yang Jingqiu's.

Zhao Siqing looked at the familiar faces on the tombstone in a daze, and his whole body was cold, but he couldn't shed tears.

She lost a lot of weight, and when she looked at Yang Jingqiu's photos, she was a little blank, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Huo Jingchen put a coat on her and said in a deep voice: "It's windy, go back." ”

She still stood stubbornly in place, as if she wanted to look at Yang Jingqiu for a while.

In the photo, she is still so beautiful, delicate and meticulous, with indescribable sharpness and meanness, but she has her own wanton flying brightness.

Zhao Siqing looked at the photo in a daze, but somehow her skinny appearance appeared in front of her.

She has aged a lot, and she is no longer the glamorous and delicate she remembers.

Her face was also a little bad, as if she couldn't eat a lot, and she had lost a lot of weight, pushing away all those who wanted to care about and approach her.

Until death, alone.