Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound, just gently hugged Yuan Yuan, and said in a hoarse voice: "You miss her too, don't you." ”

Yuan Yuan nodded, and stood in front of the window with Huo Jingchen looking at Zhao Siqing inside, eager to get in in the next second.

Li Feihuan looked at the pale woman on the hospital bed, and somehow remembered that not long ago, she was sitting with him in the garden of the Huo family's old mansion and chatting.

On that day, the sun was setting and the night breeze was gentle.

She was very close to him.

In the yard, there is a little kid with short legs, and a cat named Huo Million.

*

Time flies, and a week has passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Siqing still hasn't woken up.

Zhao Yancheng still hasn't been able to find news of Nalan Yanran.

Huo Jingchen also lost a lot of weight, but he still stayed outside the door every day waiting for her to wake up.

It wasn't until the eighth day that the monitor attached to Zhao Siqing's body finally showed a hint of reaction, and Huo Jingchen hurriedly got up and approached a few points.

Gu Shiyu obviously saw this scene as well, and immediately turned around to call a doctor.

Not long after, the doctor and Yang Jingqiu and his party hurried over.

The doctor quickly went in to check Zhao Siqing's condition, and not long after, the group saw Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembling and slowly opened his eyes.

Huo Jingchen pushed the door and walked in quickly, holding Zhao Siqing's hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing, how do you feel?" ”

Zhao Siqing's vision was a little blurry, and he stared at Huo Jingchen for a long time before he gradually gained focus and became clear.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, but she seemed to be awake all the time.

It's like being trapped in the dark, and you can't get out.

"Huo Jingchen......" Zhao Siqing said softly, and his voice was still a little astringent.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were red, he slowly lowered his eyes and lay on her tightly, his cheeks were tense, and his voice was hoarse: "I thought... You don't want me anymore. ”

Zhao Siqing slowly raised his hand, gently stroked his hair, and said softly, "Your hair and beard have grown." ”

Huo Jingchen buried his face in her waist, he didn't exert himself, but he was reluctant to leave.

He muffled and said, "When you're ready, help me cut it." ”

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he squeezed out a light smile and said softly: "But I won't~"

She doesn't seem to have cut anyone's hair yet, but she can give it a try, and she'll try to be careful not to hurt him.

He loves to cry so much, like a crybaby.

Mrs. Gu and Gu Shiyu and her entourage also followed, standing on the side of the bed and looking at Zhao Siqing.

Mrs. Gu's eyes were also bloodshot, and she looked at Zhao Siqing and squeezed out a smile and whispered: "You have a good rest, don't be in a hurry to get out of the hospital, it's important to take care of your body." ”

Zhao Siqing raised her eyes to look at her, and didn't know what to say for a while.

She still didn't know how to face them, Xu had no one to tell her how to get along with her family since she was a child, and she still didn't know how to be in such an embarrassing situation.

It's just that after experiencing such a life and death, maybe it will really be much more downplayed.

Now Zhao Siqing only feels resentment, love and hatred, and he can't survive the rest of his life.

Everyone who can survive is already the most generous gift of life to you.

Fate is impermanent, maybe the person you still resented in the last second will fall into Huangquan in the next second, maybe the person who talked to you about the future in the last moment, and the next moment will be separated from you by yin and yang.

It seems that in the face of life and death, all love and hate seem to have become a trivial matter.