The next day, Zhao Siqing woke up with a strong sense of oppression, almost suffocating.

Slowly opening his eyes and looking at the handsome face in front of him, Zhao Siqing gradually came back to his senses.

That night, she slept exceptionally uncomfortably.

Huo Jingchen held her hand all night and never let go, and always firmly encircled her in his arms, so that Zhao Siqing couldn't be restrained, and he always felt like a huge stone pressing on his chest, tired and tired.

Zhao Siqing let out a sigh of relief, and lowered his head to take away the hand that had fallen on his waist.

She gently landed her hand on his large hand, carefully pulling a few fingers away, holding her breath to get his hand aside.

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows dissatisfiedly, and subconsciously took her into his arms.

Zhao Siqing: ......

After struggling for a while, Zhao Siqing finally let go of his fate and simply stared at him.

Yesterday he said they had a past life.

Do people really have a few lifetimes of marriage?

What were they like in their previous lives......

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but think of those absurd dreams again, and thought of the man in the dream.

Is that really him?

Thinking of him imprisoning himself at home, thinking of the pair of leg cuffs he gave her, and thinking of his last tears, Zhao Siqing's gaze was a little complicated.

For her, those were still dreams.

Except for the trance at the moment of the dream, it is difficult to have true empathy.

Zhao Siqing didn't know what they would become in the future, but he was a little worried that those things in the dream would happen again.

And at this moment, Huo Jingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and his black eyes looked directly at the woman in his arms.

Facing the complexity in her eyes, his heart tightened a little.

She'll still care... It is impossible to really be indifferent......

Today's dreams were just the tip of the iceberg for their decade.

If one day she really remembered everything, would she no longer have the softness and hesitation she has now, and would she still be willing to stay by his side?

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, subconsciously became nervous, and his body was also tense and a little stiff.

Sensing her reaction, Huo Jingchen pursed his thin lips lightly, looking at her without making a sound.

After a while, Zhao Siqing gradually relaxed, looked at him and asked softly, "Will we be different from the dream?" ”

Huo Jingchen's throat moved slightly, his eyes were dark, and he said slowly: "Yes." ”

"Will you lock me up?"

Huo Jingchen's lips moved lightly, and he said softly: "No." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes lightly and didn't say anything more.

Whatever had happened, she thought, at least it was different now.

Huo Jingchen pressed her little head in his arms, his eyes were deep and a little disturbed.

Maybe she didn't know it herself, but he could see it.

She can be so calm and calm, not because she can forgive and accept, in the final analysis, because those past are just dreams for her.

There are no complete memories, no real empathy, and not even that strong love and hate.

There is no disappointment, no expectation, no passing of those ten years, and no accumulation of years day after day.

Except that those dreams are the only implication, she is more like a bystander listening to the story.

Huo Jingchen's throat tightened, and he hugged her a little tighter.

This realization made him uneasy, and it frightened him even more.

It's like fate hangs over a guillotine, always holding it above your head.

And you don't know when this guillotine will fall, and you don't know what fate awaits you when it falls.