Those are his childish and clumsy love, his change and forbearance, his deepness and growth.

In just over two years, Zhao Siqing seems to forget the pain of his previous life.

He gave her the most extreme pain in love, but also gave her the most paranoid love.

Don't forget, don't forget.

He has been loved by a man like Huo Jingchen. No matter what the result is, Zhao Siqing only knows that he will never fall in love with others in his life.

Aware of her warm tears, Huo Jingchen slowly raised his head, dark red eyes staring at her.

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled, slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at the man in front of him.

"Qing Qing, give me another chance," Huo Jingchen said in a low voice

Zhao Siqing did not speak, looking at the man in front of him, he was a little lost.

When she did not speak, Huo Jingchen became more and more flustered and began again like he was on the verge of collapse: "you promised me that you would give me a chance."

He clenched her hand and said more and more.

Until Zhao Siqing's face turned white with pain, he seemed to realize something and slowly let it go. The whole person seemed to find some sense.

Zhao Siqing slowly propped up and leaned on the head of the bed to look at the man beside him.

When his eyes touched the gun in his other hand, he was stunned for a few seconds, and his heart became tense.

Zhao Siqing didn't think he would want to kill her. Instead, he knew his temperament well. He was afraid that he would do something to himself.

Zhao Siqing's eyes fell on the bloodstain beside the bed. He was in a trance and said softly, "you are injured."

Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen's eyes brightened.

He looked up at her, black eyes deep, but with a bit of luster, as if only one word of her would be enough to light up his dark life.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said softly, "there are too many things happening all of a sudden. Give me a few days and I want to think about it."

Zhao Siqing knew that it was true that he was soft to him, but fear was also true.

No one can be raised like a canary for seven or eight years, and it's easy to have the courage to be with him again.

But Zhao Siqing also knew that he fell in love with him involuntarily in his past life and this life.

Even if there were so many injuries between them in the previous life, even if he hurt her so many relatives and friends intentionally or unintentionally, even if in the end there seemed to be no death left between them, even if in the end she said that she would never see each other again

Listening to Zhao Siqing's words, Huo Jingchen didn't make a sound, but the dark eyes carefully looked at the woman in front of her, as if to explore her ideas, as if to doubt the truth of his words.

She died in her previous life, too determined and cruel to him.

Thinking of those words before her death, Huo Jingchen's heart was astringent, and his eyes fell gently.

She said he would suffer all his life I hope I will never see him again

Huo Jingchen didn't know what she said was true or false, but as long as she said it, he would like to believe it.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and whispered: "our past life is too painful, there are many things I really can't let go of..."

Listen to her words, Huo Jingchen's heart can not help but gradually sink down, lips light pursed no voice.

At this time, Zhao Siqing's hand gently covers the back of his hand, tentatively holding him.

Huo Jingchen looked at her dejectedly, without making a sound.

Zhao Siqing's eyes were red, he smiled at him, and Wen said: "Huo Jingchen, whether you believe it or not, whether I want to admit it or not, I love you all my life."