Chapter 470. Chapter 474. No

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

Slowly opened his eyes, looking at the handsome face in front of him, Zhao Siqing gradually returned to his mind.

This night, she slept very uncomfortable.

Huo Jingchen held her hand for a whole night and never let it go. He kept her firmly in his arms, so that Zhao Siqing couldn't restrain her. He always felt like a huge stone pressed on his chest, tired and tired.

Zhao Siqing breathed softly, and looked down to take away the hand he had fallen on his waist.

She gently dropped her hand on his big hand, carefully plucked away a few fingers, and held his breath to take his hand to one side.

Huo Jingchen frowned discontentedly and subconsciously grabbed her in his arms.

Zhao Siqing:

After struggling for a while, Zhao Siqing finally gave up his hand and stared at him.

Yesterday he said they had a previous life.

How many marriages do people have?

What are they like in the past

Zhao Siqing can't help but think of those absurd dreams and the man in them.

Is that really him?

Thinking of his imprisonment at home, the pair of handcuffs he gave her, and his last tears, Zhao Siqing's eyes were complicated.

For her, those are dreams.

Apart from the trance at the moment of dream, it is difficult to have real 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.

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

The complexity of her eyes tightened his heart.

She'll still care Can't really be indifferent

Today 's dream is just the tip of the iceberg for their ten years.

If one day she really remembers everything, will she not be soft and hesitant now, will she still be willing to stay with him?

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. His subconscious was tense, and his body was tense and stiff.

Aware of her reaction, Huo Jingchen pursed her thin lips and watched her silence.

After a while, Zhao Siqing gradually relaxed, looked at him and asked softly, "will we be different from our dreams?"

Huo Jingchen's throat knot was fretting, and his eyes were dark. He said slowly, "yes."

"Will you lock me up?"

Huo Jingchen's lips moved gently and said softly, "no way."

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes gently, but did not speak again.

No matter what happened, she thought, at least now it's different.

Huo Jingchen holds her little head in her arms, her eyes are deep and troubled.

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

She can be so calm and calm, not because she can forgive and accept, in the final analysis, it is because the past is just a dream for her.

There is no complete memory, no real empathy, not even that strong love and hate.

There is no disappointment, no expectation, no time spent in those ten years, and no day-to-day pressure of the years.

Except those dreams are the only ones involved, she is more like a spectator listening to the story.

Huo Jingchen's throat was tight, and he held her tighter.

This cognition made him uneasy and scared.

It's like fate hanging a guillotine on your head all the time.

And you don't know when the guillotine will fall, and you don't know what the fate will be after it falls.