Chapter 278 what time?

When the man saw the knife in her hand, his face sank a little.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "divorce, I don't love you anymore. Why torture each other?"

He approached her step by step. His black eyes looked directly at her, and his eyes were deep: "give me the knife."

She sat at the edge of the bed motionless, but the knife in her hand approached her, looking at him coldly: "don't come here again."

The blade is sharp, and in a flash, it doesn't enter her white flesh.

The bloodstain of purples trickled down the fruit knife in her hand, spread over her plain white fingers, and fell on her pale pink nightdress.

The man slowly stopped and sneered, "you hate me so much?"

Zhao Siqing's eyes were moist, and he said softly: "divorce, OK? I'm too tired... "

The man Mou color is dark red a few minutes, labial petal moves lightly: "you do not think."

Zhao Siqing chuckled and said in a soft voice: "must I die?"

The man's eyes darkened a bit, and a cruel flash flashed in his eyes: "death is OK. I will send Yang Jingqiu and Nalan to bury you at that time!"

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, his body swayed slightly, and looked at him in a trance.

At this moment, the man grabs the knife in her hand, the blade cuts his palm, and with her blood, gradually blends together.

"You pay me back!" Zhao Siqing returns to his senses and struggles to get the dagger down.

But the man is like does not know the pain, the big hand tightly grasps the blade, the strength way is big astonishing.

Zhao Siqing's tears fell down, angry voice: "you bastard!"

"Bang", the knife was snatched by him and fell on the floor beside, making a clear sound.

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"wake up." Huo Jingchen sat by the bed, frowning and whispering.

He didn't finish the company's work and went to bed late, but before long, he heard her crying in the bedroom.

When he pushed the door in, he saw the little woman on the bed huddled together, her small face white and her tears streaming down her face.

"Zhao Siqing!" Seeing that she didn't wake up, Huo Jingchen's voice became heavier and his big hand fell on her shoulder.

Zhao Siqing slowly opened his eyes, full of confusion, tears are still crackling down, like back to God.

Huo Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, and said softly, "don't cry."

Zhao Siqing looks at the man in front of him, only feeling the pain in his heart.

It took a long time for Zhao Siqing to wake up.

She slowly got up and sat on the head of the bed. She looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his neck. His fingertips were still quivering.

It's a dream Is it really just a dream?

Why can that dream be so real, that kind of suffocating weakness, that kind of pain with astringent heart

Even the pain of the fruit knife cutting the skin is so real.

Those sticky blood stains, stained her hands, even the air with a touch of blood, inexplicably a kind of heartbreaking grief.

Zhao Siqing lies on the head of the bed stupidly, his throat is dry and his eyes are swollen with tears. It seems that he is still immersed in the heartbreak.

How many times?

It's the first time I dreamed of that man

Who is he? Why can't she see him clearly no matter how hard she tries?

Zhao Siqing had no reason to feel sad, and a kind of indescribable pathos covered her.

Huo Jingchen poured a cup of warm water for her, until the tip of her finger touched the warm water cup, her numb body just found some consciousness, looked at him and said softly, "thank you."