The lip flap was almost bitten by him, and Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and realized that there were so many people around him.

After thinking about it, she suddenly thought that Li Feihuan and his people were still there, and couldn't help but say urgently: "Li Feihuan is also here." ”

Huo Jingchen patted her lightly and said comfortingly: "It's okay, I'm waiting for him to come." ”

His voice was low and powerful, and the ghost made Zhao Siqing's heart slowly relax.

She looked up at the man in front of her, reached out and gently stroked his cheek and whispered, "I thought you were dead......"

Huo Jingchen looked at her with dark eyes and said softly, "I will always die later than you." ”

Otherwise, how could he rest assured to see her suffering alone in the world, to see her being bullied, and to see her sad and crying.

Zhao Siqing burst into tears and laughed, choked up: "How do you know that I am not dead." ”

Thinking of this, Huo Jingchen's gaze deepened a little.

I have to say that Li Feihuan is thoughtful and has good means.

At first, he was indeed almost deceived.

It's just that he didn't believe that she died like this, and when he calmed down, he went directly to the morgue to find 'her' body.

The corpse had already been burned to charcoal, shattered, and pieced together from the stump of a truncated arm, hideous and terrifying.

He thought that Li Feihuan probably wanted to wait until he calmed down and realized that something was wrong, and the fragmentary corpses were afraid that they would be unrecognizable, without a trace, and it would be difficult to find anything more.

It's a pity that he still underestimated his understanding of Zhao Siqing.

The corpse is indeed very similar to Zhao Siqing's figure and even appearance, and the flesh and blood are blurry and difficult to identify.

But after he looked closely, he still found some differences.

The phalanges of the little finger of the corpse were almost intact, but they were slightly longer than the second knuckle of the ring finger.

And he remembered that Zhao Siqing's fingers were very cute, and the white little finger was just flush with the second knuckle of the ring finger.

Other than that, it's her hair.

Although the woman's hair color was the same as Zhao Siqing's, he knew that Zhao Siqing's hair was very soft and soft, but the corpse's hair was not soft enough......

There were also the occasional few remaining intact pieces of flesh and skin, and he would remember where there was a small mole on her body, where the shape of the flesh and bones, and even where the texture of the skin was.

And so on, it's mostly a little bit of detail.

Looking back now, Huo Jingchen can't tell whether she really noticed these differences, or whether she was forcibly finding some differences to prove that she still exists.

Listening to his words, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

Huo Jingchen took her into his arms and whispered: "After all, I have studied every part of your body so carefully, where will I not find the difference between her and you." ”

Zhao Siqing's cheeks couldn't help but burn a little, and he said softly: "Why are you so shameless." ”

Huo Jingchen couldn't help but kiss her on the face again, and said in a low voice: "I haven't studied the appearance of pregnancy yet. ”

Zhao Siqing's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked at him and said softly: "Don't say it, why are you so perverted, studying the corpse all night." ”

Huo Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips, pecked twice on her chin, and said in a low voice: "I still like you more than corpses." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him with a red face and didn't speak.

Although I feel that his appearance is a little unstable and annoying, I have to admit that it is good for him to stand in front of him like this.

Zhao Siqing hugged him softly, his eyes were sour, and he said softly: "Huo Jingchen, I love you." ”

I am willing to let go of all old hatreds, love you again, and love you well.