Chapter 1032: Waking Up from a dream

Huo Jingchen looked at her without saying a word. He was exceptionally silent.

Zhao Siqing did not speak immediately. Instead, she sank into her memories.

To be honest, a man like Huo Jingchen was very difficult to hate, even if he was stubborn and overbearing, even if he was cruel and merciless.

But when he put all his patience on you, when his dark eyes looked at you, it was always difficult to be angry with him, let alone hate him.

She had actually seen a lot of his loneliness and vulnerability. She could not help but feel sorry for him. She had also seen many times that he had spoken in a tough and cold manner but was silently caring for her and paying for him.

However, his tyranny and paranoia had also become an insurmountable gap between them.

She knew that he was also a patient who could not save himself. She knew that he had forced her to break off her relationship with Yang Jingqiu and send Yanran and Gu Shiyu away because he was uneasy.

She had tried to understand, but she did not want to blame him.

However, when a family and friend were all paying for his tyranny and paranoia, Zhao Siqing could not bear it anymore.

She could not accept that the people she loved the most died because of her, and she could not accept that they lost their original lives because of her.

When the hurt accumulated, when the gap became deeper, when life passed away.

It was destined that the gap between them would never be crossed again.

Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes with interest. She could not help but think of the day of the last birthday party.

This kind of Love was too heavy and terrifying. She was really too tired.

She remembered that day when she took out the gun, Huo Jingchen's cold face.

He looked at her without moving, as if he thought she wanted to kill him.

But he did not know.. In fact, for so long, she had never thought of hurting him.

The corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little sore. The memories of two lifetimes were mixed together, and she could no longer tell which was real and which was fake.

The long silence made Huo Jingchen's heart sink. He looked at her and pretended to be calm as he said, "I remember everything. "

"Yes. "

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he slowly grabbed her hand. The tighter he clenched her hand, the softer he said, "So, you're leaving me again? "

Hearing his words, Zhao Siqing looked up at him.

The man's pupils were as black as ink, and he looked like an ancient well without any ripples. But under the calm surface, there were surging strong emotions. There was an indescribable fear and oppression, as if he was trying his best to control what he was afraid of.

Zhao Siqing's heart suddenly ached, and she subconsciously looked away.

Whether it was in her past life or this life, he would always make his heart ache.

Perhaps she understood the pain in his heart and his uneasiness, so even though he had hurt so many people that she cared about, she still could not blame him.

In the end, the so-called hatred was just to seek a release.

When he did not speak, Huo Jingchen became more and more uneasy. The fear in his heart was like an extremely ferocious tsunami, bringing with it violent winds and huge waves that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.

The world seemed to have turned pitch-black in an instant. The Sunshine, the Spring Breeze, and the happiness had all disappeared.

It was as if he had finally woken up from his dream.

Gradually, the world seemed to have become only his own again. It was pitch-black and dark red, and even the air became obscure.

Huo Jingchen felt as if a thick layer of blood was overflowing from his throat, and his pitch-black pupils gradually turned dark red.

The atmosphere in the entire room gradually became gloomy, so oppressive that it was almost difficult to breathe.

In Huo Jingchen's mind, the scenes of the two lives kept changing.

He could not help but want to lock her up again.