"Qing Qing..." Huo Jingchen called her with a little uneasy voice. Her eyes were dark.

She Did you dream of something again?

Hearing his hoarse voice, Zhao Siqing returned to his senses and saw the uneasy pain in his eyes.

She smiled at him and whispered, "it's OK. It's just a dream that we had a fight and then made up."

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly, not relaxed, as if to see the truth in her words.

Zhao Siqing slowly raised his hand and gently stroked his face, saying softly, "I don't know what happened in the past life, but since fate has given us another chance, we will come back."

Huo Jingchen stared at her for a long time, slowly lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "OK."

We've come back.

He slowly buried his head in her neck socket and whispered, "Qing Qing Don't leave me alone. "

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly and he was in a trance.

She slowly reached for him and gently embraced him, without making a sound.

Huo Jingchen didn't know how to arrange his fate. He just felt funny and scared.

Why did Mingming let him come back to the world, but she must also remember.

It's funny that he can do nothing but hold her tight.

*After the dream, Zhao Siqing could feel Huo Jingchen getting more and more nervous about her, for fear that she would disappear.

Often as long as she left his sight for a few minutes, he would be in a hurry.

She was more aware of his uneasiness, but she didn't know what else to do except to tell him again and again that the past had passed.

Occasionally, Zhao Siqing can't help thinking.

The self in the dream, love him?

How they were then

Ten years of love, have you ever been sweet?

Or just torture each other.

She can't help but ask Huo Jingchen, is Yang Jingqiu's illness better later?

Did he ask her to see her.

Want to ask him, have they had children? Is it a boy or a girl

Like a kind of curiosity about his unknown life, Zhao Siqing often thinks in a daze.

But she knew that repeated references to those past events would only make him more upset.

For her, the past is like a dream, but for him, it is the most haunting.

So, I don't want to mention it, and I don't need to mention it.

Huo Jingchen was always afraid that she would dream, and became more and more silent for a while.

Zhao Siqing lived in Huo's house for a few days. He didn't see anyone else except a cousin of Huo Jingchen and Xie Yumian.

Old lady Huo never appeared, as if she had completely forgotten her existence.

Zhao Siqing is also very comfortable living in the Huo family. After all, people are responsible for food and clothing, and there is no annoying worry.

On the third day, Zhao Siqing plans to return to work in the studio.

After all, she hasn't been to the studio for half a month, and it's nearly ten days before Mrs. Huo's birthday party.

Huo Jingchen is silent, which makes Zhao Siqing worry about his situation.

After Zhao Siqing had breakfast, Huo Jingchen took it outside and dressed it for her. Then he looked at her and said softly, "I'll give it to you."

"Good." Zhao Siqing smiled at him.

Before going out, Huo Jingchen couldn't help holding her in his arms again. He lowered his eyes and said, "Qing Qing, I don't want you to go."

Zhao Siqing said in a voice: "in this period of time, you look at my face from morning to night. Don't you feel bored?"

Think about moving in from that day until he was finally held to the master bedroom.

After he was hospitalized, and these days at Huo's house, in addition to taking a bath and going to the toilet, she and Huo Jingchen are really opposite each other.

He's not bothered at all?