Chapter: 1287
She pressed against his heart and her voice was like a kitten: "Shao Ting, I dreamed that he was sitting in the car covered in blood. I went to catch him, but he disappeared again."
She hugged his neck tightly and sobbed: "He gave me a safety lock in his dream."
Wen Man actually felt a little guilty.
If she had accepted the safety lock, would Gu Changqing not have taken that path, and would he not have died?
One is different and two are wide.
They couldn't bless each other, but she didn't want him to die.
Wen Man opened her heart and told Huo Shaoting...
Huo Shaoting kept kissing her.
As a man, it is impossible for him not to feel anything when his wife dreams about her first love who passed away, but he knows that Gu Changqing's death has left a shadow in Wen Man's heart, otherwise she would not have mistaken Ding Cheng and dreamed about her frequently.
Huo Shaoting stroked her back and whispered, "I'll take you to say goodbye tomorrow!"
Wen Man lay on his shoulder and said nothing...
Later, she clung to his arms, but she still couldn't fall asleep.
Outside, rain fell.
Just like the day Gu Changqing died, it was drizzling and the sky was gloomy.
Huo Shaoting's arms were warm.
He didn't fall asleep either, so he simply stroked her hair and asked her softly: "What was it like between you and him in the past? Huh?"
Wen Man rested her head on his arm: "You don't want to know."
Which man can be so generous?
Huo Shaoting lowered his head, kissed the tip of her nose lightly, and said, "I want to know."
Wen Man leaned in his arms.
Her voice was very soft, and she talked about some things in the past. She talked a lot... But Huo Shaoting listened patiently and gently. He was a man with high emotional intelligence and could understand the meaning.
He could feel that Gu Changqing had been tempted back then.
He and Wen Man... missed it.
Huo Shaoting was in a very complicated mood. He lowered his head and his wife fell asleep.
Perhaps the Gu Changqing in her dream this time was the Gu Changqing in college. There was no tragic car accident, only sycamore trees, bicycles, and libraries. JrNovels.com