At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing's corner of the eye could not help getting a little sour.
At that time, she was hot and hot and confused.
She wanted to save her, but she didn't know what she could do even if she got up on her back?
Through the gap of the bamboo basket, in a tear light, she saw Xiaoxi turning her head to look at her direction and saying silently: don't come out.
Zhao Siqing tightly clenched his fist and clenched his lip to watch the scene outside.
Her heart was dripping with blood, the whole person was hot and hot, and salty tears filled her nose and mouth.
She wanted to shout, to push away the men who humiliated Xiaoxi, and even to kill them.
But she can't do anything.
It wasn't until that moment that she knew how powerless she was.
She could do nothing but watch and remember the face carefully.
At the thought of that scene, Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes gently and tightly clenched her hands into fists.
Huo Jingchen took her into his arms and whispered, "Qing Qing, I'm here."
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled lightly, and there was a layer of water on them. She opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her and said softly, "later, Xiao Xi died."
Shortly after being insulted, she chose to jump off the roof of the school.
At the thought of the once smiling girl and the girl who accompanies her every day, Zhao Siqing's heart is too painful to breathe.
She always hated herself.
If she had not kept silent in the bamboo basket, would the ending be different.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes gently, but did not speak again.
She hated and hated herself at that time, even though she knew that maybe she would get up on her back, but it was a tragedy of two people.
But these years, she did not live in a moment of guilt and remorse.
She couldn't accept that she had watched her best friend being humiliated and raped. She couldn't accept her cowardly and incompetent self.
Now, six years later.
Xiaoxi has been sleeping underground for a long time, but she can still enjoy the world's various tastes.
Either fortunate or unfortunate.
It's still alive.
And the girl who once had short hair and a bright smile would never come back.
Huo Jingchen looked at the woman with moist eyes in his arms. His heart was full of astringency, and his feelings of resentment and bitterness were stirred in his heart, as if he was hurting for her, and mocked his laughability.
He never knew that she had such a past for so many years.
So at that time he forced her, how painful and desperate she should be.
At that time, he didn't understand anything, just thought that this woman had a fatal attraction to him.
He insisted on keeping her by his side, trying to turn her into his own private property.
He doesn't know what love is or how to love.
He just instinctively gives and plunders
All he knew was that she had to take what he gave and get what he wanted from her.
But it turned out that he was just hurting in the name of love.
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes quivered, and looked at him in a soft voice. "The one who was insulted and died at last should be me, not so good Xiaoxi."
The face of the woman in front of her is pale, and the little face that was ill is transparent without any blood color.
She looked at him in a trance, with no focus.
At the thought of that scene, Huo Jingchen thought that if all this happened to her, he would feel the blood gushing up, almost going mad!
"Qing Qing, it's not your fault." Huo Jingchen lowered his head and kissed her eyes. His voice was hoarse.