What a beautiful girl! Qian Xiaojue's heart was shocked.
She is almost transparent in white, and pink like cherry blossoms. Her brows are full of energy, and her facial features are delicate but attractive... But why does she look so green and young? She is only about fourteen years old, wearing Hanfu, standing
There, the other two people sitting under her suddenly disappeared.
"Ajiu..." The voice suddenly changed, and the girl's voice calling her was full of pain.
Qian Xiaojue looked up again and was shocked to find that there was a knife stuck in the girl's chest!
It's on the left side of the chest, right at the heart.
"Ajiu, I feel so much pain..." The girl held the handle of the knife and knelt on the ground, looking at Qian Xiaojue in pain.
"No..." Qian Xiaojue's heart was flustered and confused, and the pain was as if someone had grabbed her and squeezed her hard, making it difficult to breathe.
"Ajiu, it hurts...Ajiu, I really hurt, Ajiu..." The girl cried and lay on the ground, reaching out to her. Her hands were stained with blood, and the white Hanfu on her body had already
It was stained with large areas of bright red, just like the gorgeous red azaleas in bloom, so eye-catching!
"No!!" Qian Xiaojue shouted, and woke up from his dream covered in sweat. He sat up, opened his eyes and woke up to find that it was just a dream.
But...why is that heartache so strong?
"Bah!" The light came on, Qian Xiaojue turned around and threw herself into He Lianqing's arms.
"Ah Qing, don't die!"
He Lianqing froze because he discovered that Qian Xiaojue was already soaked to the skin.
Helian poured hot water into Qian Xiaojue's body as if she were in a bathtub, then sat on the small stool next to her and washed the sweat off her body with his own hands.
"Are you feeling comfortable?" Helian Qing asked in a low voice.
Qian Xiaojue nodded, looking at the gentle man in the mist, his eyes were slightly red.
"A Qing..." Qian Xiaojue choked up suddenly. She was not a fragile person, but this dream tonight was really weird and strange.
Who is that girl? She feels familiar and friendly. And why is she covered in blood? Qian Xiaojue really doesn't understand, and she doesn't even feel the heartache that has not completely dissipated yet.
"Mao'er," He Lianqing reached out to cover Qian Xiaojue's shoulders, looked at her, and said firmly: "Be strong, okay?"
Qian Xiaojue lowered his head, tears falling down.
Tonight, in her dream, she had experienced unprecedented sadness and grief, but she didn't know how to explain it to Helian Qing.
He Lianqing did not see Qian Xiaojue's abnormal tears. He just touched her calm shoulder and said: "I will go back to G City tomorrow. This time I leave, and the return date is still undecided. So you are at home alone, I hope you
Be stronger."
Qian Xiaojue nodded but did not answer.
He Lianqing used some patience and reached out to lift Qian Xiaojue's chin, but when he saw her face full of tears, he was completely shocked.
"Cat..." He Lianqing had never seen her cry like this before, and his whole heart was suddenly tugged.
It should be said that Qian Xiaojue rarely cried. In the past three years, he had only seen her cry five times.
Once, there was an earthquake somewhere, and she cried when she saw the tragic scenes on the news.
Once, when she was watching a certain movie, he called her and realized that she had tears on her face, which surprised her.
Once, when he came back too late during the Spring Festival, she was sitting alone in the yard, looking at the stars in the sky and weeping, but he was standing at the door and saw her. He didn't even know if she had ever been so lonely before.
The fourth time was the night he forced himself on her.