She made a great deal of trouble. At last, Yang Jingqiu signed a reconciliation with the parents of those people and forced her to go abroad. She was disappointed with her mother.

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

She actually understood that Yang Jingqiu was for her good.

She is a girl under 18, who can fight against those rich families.

Moreover, Gu Xiaoxi's parents have signed the reconciliation book, and her struggle is just like a clown.

Even if it was spread out, she would even be stared at again, threatened and revenged, and even thought that she was raped like Gu Xiaoxi.

In fact, she knows that Yang Jingqiu has done a lot for her behind her back.

So that she could be calm in those years abroad.

But to understand is to understand, but not to let go.

She can't accept her so-called love for herself. It's based on her ignorance of Xiaoxi's humiliation.

Such peace and happiness, she would rather not!

What she wants is justice. What she wants is that Xiaoxi can rest in peace and sleep in peace after her death.

She was never afraid of gossip. She was afraid of conscience.

But Yang Jingqiu never understood what she really wanted.

She is just stubborn and mean to protect herself in her way.

*

suddenly mentioning the memories of six years ago, Zhao Siqing's head drifted into sleep unconsciously.

Huo Jingchen looked down at the restless little woman sleeping in her arms, with complicated eyes.

The woman's face turned white, because she was still ill and had some abnormal flushes.

Under the warm light, her long eyelashes are particularly attractive, like a fairy falling from the earth, with a different tenderness in her cold eyebrows.

Huo Jingchen kissed her face gently and said in a low voice, "good night."

Zhao Siqing had fallen asleep and could not give him any response.

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

But then he thought that she didn't like the smell of smoke. After turning the smoke in his hand, he stuffed it back into the cigarette box and threw it on the small tea table.

Huo Jingchen got up and went to the window, looking out at the snow, his eyes were black as ink.

Qing Qing Will I make you unhappy?

If I can only bring you harm in the end, then should I still insist on keeping you by my side?

*

the next day, in the morning.

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

She slept uneasily and dreamed of the strange scene again.

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

She was wearing a white skirt and a little light makeup, but there was a lot of bright red blood on her body, which was shocking.

She threw a gun on the ground. The man held her tightly with scarlet eyes and called her name in a low voice: "Qing Qing Qing Qing! "

"Don't die I won't let you die! Do you hear me? I won't let you die! " The man is wearing white shirt, kneeling on the ground, one hand tightly covering her wound, one face red eyes angry voice mouth.

Zhao Siqing was held in her arms and could feel his stiffness and tremor.

She only felt pain in her body, and her consciousness was slow.

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

Zhao Siqing raised his hand a little difficultly. His fingers fell on his cheek and caressed his outline.

She opened her lips gently and said: "you Do you love me? "