Huo Yunchen's voice was gentle, like a big boy asking for forgiveness after doing something wrong.
Bai Qingqing was very scared and conflicted.
Liu Yun was burned alive in front of her eyes, and the knife she kept stabbing in her palms haunted her like a nightmare.
"I don't want to talk. I'm so tired. I want to be alone."
She spoke in a deep tone, her voice extremely weak.
Huo Yunchen had a lump in his throat, and what he feared most was that she would let him go.
But she still pushed him away at this time.
"Qing Qing, let me stay with you here. I won't speak. I just sit here."
He seemed to be begging her, his tone was very low.
Sometimes he himself had thought about why he loved her so much and was willing to lower himself and change himself for her.
But she never seemed to know how much he loved her, and she could never love herself the way he loved her.
Alas, this is a question with no answer.
Many people meet her, maybe she owed her too much in her previous life.
Bai Qingqing didn't say anything. When he bowed his knees, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf.
She gritted her teeth and endured the pain without making a sound, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Does it hurt? Don't move. The anesthetic must have worn off."
Huo Yunchen opened the quilt distressedly and checked the wound. When he found blood soaked into the white gauze, he immediately rang the emergency bell.
The doctor came and changed Bai Qingqing's medicine. Bai Qingqing kept clutching the quilt tightly and didn't say a word no matter how painful it was.
But Huo Yunchen, who was standing aside, was so nervous that he was sweating, as if every trace of pain was in his own body.
After changing the medicine, they were the only two people left in the ward.
It's very quiet, so quiet that even breathing vigorously is a kind of noise.
After a long time, Bai Qingqing said in a deep tone: "I killed someone."
Huo Yunchen felt a sharp pain in his heart, but soon regained his composure and said calmly: "They deserve to be killed."
"But I was afraid. I watched Liu Yun being burned alive in front of me. I stabbed her with a knife and kept stabbing her. I didn't dare to close my eyes, I didn't dare to sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I I saw a burnt face and hands full of blood. I was really scared!"
Bai Qingqing thought she could bear it, but it turned out that she still couldn't bear it.
My whole body was trembling, it was so cold, as if I was still locked in that cold compartment.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here." Huo Yunchen felt distressed and stepped forward to grab her hand and put it on his chest to warm it.
"It's okay, it's all over. They deserve it, they deserve to die, even ten thousand deaths are not enough. You are right, you just need to do your best to survive. You are me, the hero of the children, you are not guilty, No."
Huo Yunchen said everything he could think of to comfort her, and gradually her excitement calmed down a little.
After crying, I felt much better, and the police knocked on the door again.
Huo Yunchen was particularly disgusted when he saw policeman Huo Yunchen and stepped forward to stop them.
"Who asked you to come in? Get out."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, it involves two lives. We must find out more about it from Mrs. Huo."
"You are the police, go investigate on your own, and don't bother my wife again."
Huo Yunchen exuded an aura of hostility that was difficult to approach, and shouted loudly: "Liu Mo, please get them out."
Liu Mo, who was standing behind the police, was particularly embarrassed, but he had to obey the boss's order.
"Two policemen, can you come back another day?"
When the policemen looked at each other and were about to go out, Bai gently stopped them.
"Let them in."
Bai Qingqing even spoke, and Huo Yunchen could only endure it no matter how much he couldn't bear to let her scar be torn apart again.
"Qingqing, if you don't want to say anything, you don't have to pay attention to them. As long as I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."
Huo Yunchen walked to Bai Qingqing, grabbed her hand and held it gently in his palm.
Bai lowered his eyebrows slightly and said nothing. He just sighed quietly and smiled quietly when he looked up again.
"It's okay, you have to face what you have to face."
She was very cooperative, showed no resentment at all, and seemed very calm when talking about what happened that night.
Although there are pauses from time to time, and the hands are constantly wringing their fingers, the details are still explained clearly.
The two policemen didn't ask too many questions, they were just taking notes carefully.
Because there is already video proving that she was kidnapped and the man tried to violate her.
Making this record is just a matter of routine.
Although she was acting in self-defense, the two people who were burned to death in the fire had no direct relationship with Bai Qingqing.
She was the biggest victim in this incident, although she narrowly escaped death.
The injury on the leg healed quickly, and the stitches were removed in half a month.
The injuries on her face were not as serious as she thought. In addition, the current hospital technology is so advanced that the scars cannot affect her beauty at all.
Although physical injuries can be healed, the shadow left by some wounds on the heart may not heal for a while.
Huo Yunchen handed over all the work that could be done to his subordinates and spent as much time as possible with her every day.
But since that incident, she seemed to be a different person.
He doesn't like to talk or go out. Even when he sees the children, he has a cold and expressionless face.
The children don't dare to approach her. They only talk to Mommy from time to time every day.
"Mommy, do you think Tiantian's paintings look good?"
She glanced at the painting lightly and responded calmly: "It's beautiful."
Then she turned to look at the horizon, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Mommy, why do you keep looking at the horizon. Is there something there?"
"Nothing? I'm just afraid that the sun will set and it will be dark here."
"Mommy, it won't be dark here, there are lights here. Many lights, very bright."
Tiantian said seriously, turning on all the lights in the room while talking.
Bai Qingqing turned his eyes and looked at the lights in the room, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Suddenly he rushed over and turned off all the lights one by one.
"Don't turn on the lights, it will catch on, it will catch on."
In an instant, she seemed to see a light bulb fall to the ground and explode.
In an instant, a fierce flame broke out, and she was surrounded by heavy fire.
The fire burned his clothes, hair, and face.
"Let me go, let me go"
She was so frightened, as if someone was holding her hand tightly, that she suddenly picked up the scissors from the table and stabbed her hand hard.
"Let me go, let me go."
Tiantian was frightened by his mother's appearance, and he was at a loss. But when he saw his mother trying to prick himself with scissors, he rushed forward and grabbed the scissors tightly with both hands without thinking.
"Mommy, Mommy, I am Tiantian, I am Tiantian, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you? I'm so scared, I'm so scared."
Shouting loudly every day, shouting
Such sounds stimulated Bai Qingqing's confused and sensitive nerves even more.
"Let go, let go."
That night she stabbed the hand with a knife reappeared before her eyes again. She pushed Tiantian down like crazy and tightly held the scissors in her hand.
Looking at Tiantian, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Don't come over, don't come over."
Her hand held the sharp tip of the scissors, and blood dripped drop by drop from the tip onto the snow-white cashmere carpet.
I was so scared every day that I cried and shouted: "Mom, Mom, you are bleeding, you are bleeding."
He got up from the ground and walked towards his mother, shouting: "Mom, mom, I am Tiantian, I am your son, I am Tiantian."
"Don't come over, don't come over." Bai Qing stepped back step by step, as if a demon was approaching him.
The scissors he held were trembling, and his mind was burning with fire.
She couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. She had a splitting headache and felt like she was about to be burned to death.
But the child's mother's voice was like a timely rain extinguishing the fire burning in her mind.
As if he had been pardoned by an evil spirit, he suddenly fainted and fell unconscious.
(End of chapter)