Chapter 277, the number of times?

The man's face darkened when he saw the knife in her hand.

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said softly, "get a divorce. I don't love you anymore. Why Torture Each Other? "

He approached her step by step, his dark eyes staring straight at her. His gaze was deep. "Give me the knife. "

She sat by the bed without moving, but the knife in her hand was a little closer to her. She looked at him coldly. "Don't come any closer. "

The blade was sharp, and in the blink of an eye, it entered her snow-white skin.

Bright Red blood dripped down from the fruit knife in her hand. It spread through her white fingers and landed on her Pale Pink nightdress.

The man slowly stopped and sneered, "Do you hate me that much? "

Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little moist. She looked at him and said softly, "let's get a divorce, okay? I'm too tired... "

The man's eyes turned a little dark red, and his lips moved slightly, "don't even think about it. "

Zhao Siqing laughed softly, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Do I have to die? "

The man's eyes darkened a little, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, "you can die, but I'll send Yang Jingqiu and Nalan Yanran to be buried with you! "

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and her body swayed slightly as she looked at him in a daze.

At this moment, the man stepped forward and grabbed the knife in her hand. The blade cut his palm, and the blood stains from before gradually blended together.

"Give it back to me! " Zhao Siqing came back to her senses and struggled to snatch the knife away.

However, the man seemed to not know pain. His big hand gripped the blade tightly, and his strength was astonishing.

Zhao Siqing's tears fell down, and she shouted angrily, "YOU BASTARD! "

With a bang, the knife was snatched away by him and fell onto the floor, making a crisp sound.

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"Wake Up. " Huo Jingchen sat by the bed and frowned as he said in a low voice.

He had not finished dealing with the company's matters and had slept late. However, not long after, he heard the sound of her crying coming from the bedroom.

He pushed the door open and entered. He saw the little woman on the bed curled up into a ball. Her small face was pale and full of tears.

"Zhao Siqing! " Seeing that she still had no intention of waking up, Huo Jingchen's voice became heavier as his large hand landed on her shoulder.

Zhao Siqing slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with confusion, but her tears continued to fall, as if she could not come back to her senses.

Huo Jingchen heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the tears off her face and said softly, "don't cry. "

Zhao Siqing stared blankly at the man in front of her. She felt her heart ache endlessly.

After a long while, Zhao Siqing gradually woke up.

She slowly got up and sat on the headboard of the bed. She looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Siqing reached out her hand to gently touch her neck. Her fingertips were still trembling.

It was a dream.. Was It really just a dream?

Why could that dream be so real? That suffocating feeling of powerlessness, the pain of a swollen heart... ...

Even the pain of a fruit knife cutting through flesh was so real.

The sticky blood stains stained her hands. Even the air was slightly bloody. There was an inexplicable heartbreaking pain.

Zhao Siqing leaned against the headboard in a daze. Her throat was dry, and her eyes were swollen and uncomfortable from crying. It was as if she was still immersed in that heartbreaking feeling.

How many times?

How many times did she dream about that man... ...

Who was he Why couldn't she see his face no matter how hard she tried?

Zhao Siqing felt a little sad for no reason. An indescribable sadness enveloped her.

Huo Jingchen poured her a cup of warm water. It was not until her fingertips touched the warm cup that her numb body regained some consciousness. She looked at him and said softly, "thank you. "