Chapter 386. I'm with you

Why does she dream of the past?

Why do you have such a dream

Zhao Siqing said softly, "Huo Jingchen, do you think this dream indicates anything? Is there something wrong with me recently? "

Huo Jingchen opened his lips and said in a soft voice after a while, "no way."

Zhao Siqing leaned on him and said softly, "I can't tell why. It's a kind of unspeakable sadness. It seems that the heart hurts."

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes to cover the obscurity of the fundus of his eyes, and said with some difficulty, "what else did you dream of?"

Recalling the previous dreams, Zhao Siqing was silent for a while, and casually talked to him.

As for the dream that he was pressed by the man to get crazy Don't mention it.

In the quiet and deep night, listening to her soft voice, Huo Jingchen's hands and feet were cold and his heart and mouth were shaking.

How could she dream about this?

If it goes on like this Will she remember it sooner or later?

If she remembers Isn't she

At the thought of this, Huo Jingchen was speechless.

He had always thought that rebirth was the most generous gift of fate to him, but he never thought about how much she would remember.

She hates him so much So hate him!

Will she never want to see him again.

At the thought of her cold eyes, Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark red, as if he was trying to restrain something.

"Huo Jingchen?" Zhao Siqing spoke softly and looked up at him slowly.

Huo Jingchen returned to his senses and looked directly at the clean and cold face in front of him. His voice was hoarse and he said slowly, "what?"

Zhao Siqing stared at him for a while, and saw that his face was white and his eyes were a little red. He could not help but whisper, "are you not feeling well?"

Huo Jingchen paused for a few seconds and whispered, "No."

Before he finished, Zhao Siqing reached out and touched his forehead.

It's not hot, but it's not cold.

She reached out and touched his big hand, hesitated for a while and said softly, "go to bed and sleep."

There are no extra quilts in her room, and I don't know where Yang Jingqiu put the other quilts in these years.

If you go out to look for it, you will surely disturb Yang Jingqiu.

But if he continues to sleep on the sofa like this, he must have a cold.

Zhao Siqing looked at the sky. It would have been 4:30 in the morning. It would not be long before dawn. She didn't worry about what he would do to her.

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing planned to get up from his leg.

But she just moved, Huo Jingchen's hand tightened a few minutes, subconsciously tighter her waist.

Zhao Siqing turned to look at him. With a faint light, he could see the uneasiness in his eyes.

His face was pale, not a bit of blood.

Looking at her, I was a little absent-minded and didn't know what I was thinking.

Zhao Siqing has never seen him like this. Although he is moody, he is not good at color. It is often difficult to judge his thoughts from his look, and even harder to guess what he is thinking.

But at the moment, Zhao Siqing felt a little flustered and uneasy from him.

Aware of her eyes, Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes.

Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while and asked softly, "what's the matter?"

Huo Jingchen's lips were light and his long eyelashes covered his eyes. He didn't make a sound.

In the dark night, Zhao Siqing could feel the sadness and loneliness on him, which made her have an indescribable heartache.

She reached out and hugged him gently, patting him on the back like a child, and said softly, "don't be afraid, I'll accompany you."