She made a big fuss, and finally Yang Jingqiu and those people's parents also signed a reconciliation letter and forcibly sent her abroad, and she was very disappointed in this mother.

Since then, her relationship with Yang Jingqiu has completely entered the freezing point, and she can't even make two phone calls a year.

She actually understands and understands that Yang Jingqiu is for her good.

She is a girl under the age of eighteen, where can she fight those chaebol families.

What's more, Gu Xiaoxi's parents have already signed a letter of reconciliation, and no matter how hard she struggles, she is probably just like a clown.

Even if this matter spreads, she will even be targeted again, threatened and retaliated again, and even others will think that she was raped like Gu Xiaoxi.

With all this, she actually knew that Yang Jingqiu had done a lot for her behind her back.

Only then did she be able to calm down in those years abroad.

But understanding is understanding, but you can't let go.

She couldn't accept her so-called love for herself, and she couldn't accept that it was based on ignoring Konishi's humiliation.

Such peace and happiness, she would rather not!

What she wants is justice, and what she wants is that Konishi can rest in peace and be blind after she dies.

What she is afraid of is never gossip, but of a difficult conscience.

It's just that Yang Jingqiu never understood what she really wanted.

She's just stubborn and mean to protect herself in her own way.

*

Suddenly mentioning the memories of six years ago, Zhao Siqing's head was muddy, and he gradually fell asleep unconsciously.

Huo Jingchen looked down at the little woman sleeping unsteadily in his arms, his eyes were complicated.

The woman's face was pale, and she had an abnormal flush because she was still sick.

Under the warm light, her eyelashes are particularly cute, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and there is a different kind of tenderness in her cold eyebrows.

Huo Jingchen gently kissed her little cheek and whispered, "Good night." ”

Zhao Siqing had already fallen asleep and couldn't give him any response.

Huo Jingchen got up slowly, walked to the sofa in front of the coffee table and couldn't help but take a cigarette out.

But after thinking about it, he thought that she didn't like the smell of smoke, and after the cigarette was turned in his hand, he stuffed it back into the cigarette case and threw it on the small coffee table.

Huo Jingchen got up and walked to the window, looking at the goose feathers and snow falling outside the window, his eyes were as black as ink.

Qingqing... Am I going to make you unhappy?

If all I can do to you is hurt, should I still keep you around?

*

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was only slightly bright, but Zhao Siqing dreamed again.

She slept restlessly and dreamed of that strange scene again.

She dreamed that she was dying, in a candlelight fire, in a champagne tower and in the arms of a man.

She was wearing a white skirt with some light makeup, but there were large red blood stains on her body, which was shocking.

A gun was thrown on the ground next to her, and the man hugged her tightly with scarlet eyes, and whispered her name: "Qingqing... Qingqing! ”

"Don't die... I won't let you die! Did you hear me, I won't let you die! The man, dressed in a white shirt, sat on his knees, clutching her wound with one hand and speaking angrily with red eyes.

Zhao Siqing was held in her arms, and he could feel his stiffness and trembling.

She only felt that her body was in pain, and her consciousness was a little sluggish.

She slowly looked at the man in front of her, she still couldn't see his face clearly, but she could see the tears in his eyes.

Zhao Siqing raised his hand with some difficulty, his fingers fell on his cheek, and gently stroked his silhouette.

She opened her lips slightly, and said intermittently, "You... Do you love me? ”