The early spring sun was warm, and his eyelashes cast two shadows on his eyelids, making him look a little more gloomy.

There was a faint dust floating in the air, and he seemed to be immersed in his own world, and he didn't even notice that Zhao Siqing pushed the door in.

Zhao Siqing sighed lightly, closed the door softly and walked to the bed.

"Why are you losing your temper again?" She stopped beside the bed and watched him whisper.

Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds, and slowly raised his head to look at her distractedly.

Huo Jingchen's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, and after a while, he hugged her tightly in his arms and said in a low voice, "I thought you didn't want me anymore." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him silently, and reached out to gently stroke his hair.

Huo Jingchen smelled the faint fragrance on her body, hugged her waist tighter, put his head in her arms, and his eyes were sour: "Don't break up." ”

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, looked at him and asked softly, "Why can't you see me?" ”

Why did you have to endure so hard, but still alienate her.

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen's body stiffened a little, and he slowly looked up at Zhao Siqing without making a sound.

Her gaze was as clear and gentle as ever, and she looked at him with a little more tenderness and indulgence.

Huo Jingchen slowly let go of her, his big hand tightened a little, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were everywhere.

Zhao Siqing's hand lightly covered his hand, and said softly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it." ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, he looked at her and was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "If... One day you find out that you hate me so much, can you give me another chance? ”

Zhao Siqing was in a trance, this was the second time he had asked about this topic.

"Give me one more chance, don't leave." Huo Jingchen spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

Zhao Siqing looked at the earnestness in the man's eyes, and her heart hurt for no reason, and she said softly: "Okay." ”

Getting the answer he wanted, Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes, and his expression relaxed a lot.

He pulled Zhao Siqing into his arms, hugged her tightly and said, "Let me hold you." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing let him hold him like this and didn't make a sound.

After a long time, Huo Jingchen spoke softly: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will see the man in your dream clearly." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and didn't make a sound.

Huo Jingchen's voice was hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor: "You... The man in the dream is me. ”

Zhao Siqing's whole body froze, and slowly looked up at him.

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed slightly, his black eyes looked directly at her, and the hand that fell on her waist imprisoned her tighter, for fear that she would leave him in the next moment.

Zhao Siqing was a little confused.

It's not like she didn't suspect that the person in her dream was him... But how did he know it was him?

Don't... Those things really happened.

The fragmentary dreams turned into fragments and appeared alternately in Zhao Siqing's mind.

He locked her in bed and he locked her in the villa.

He hugged her, he kissed her.

They quarrel, they love each other, they warm each other, but they also hurt each other.

Until... She died......

Zhao Siqing suddenly remembered the night she committed suicide with a gun, he hugged her and cried like a child, and through the dream, her heart hurt so much that she almost suffocated.

Zhao Siqing's mind was in a mess, her fingertips were cold, and she looked at the man in front of her in a daze.

"Those... Not a dream? Zhao Siqing spoke softly, a little in a trance.

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes, his voice was bitter, and he slowly responded: "En." ”

"What's that?"