The image of Yun Qing’s cold face appeared in Huo Chuan’s mind again. As expected, when it came to love, people whose love went beyond reason would always fail miserably. It was Yun Qing before, and now it was him.
Huo Chuan smiled bitterly and took out a cigarette from the pocket of his windbreaker. Just as he was about to light it, the cigarette in his hand was taken away by a big hand.
“Do you have a deathwish? Your gunshot wound hasn’t healed yet. Why are you smoking?” Captain Xu stuffed the cigarette into his mouth and reprimanded Huo Chuan.
“It doesn’t matter.” Huo Chuan did not care about his gunshot wound at all. The pain in his heart far exceeded the pain in the wound.
Captain Xu sized up Huo Chuan and teased him. “You really caught the love bug this time, huh?”
Captain Xu and Huo Chuan had known each other for many years, but he had never seen Huo Chuan look so melancholic.
As he thought of Yun Qing’s attitude towards Huo Chuan, Captain Xu quickly guessed what Huo Chuan was worried about.
“Yes, I have a feeling… that I have completely lost her. She may never like me again.”
Huo Chuan felt a tinge of bitterness in his chest.
He had never thought that one day, he would actually care so much about Yun Qing, the girl he once found an annoyance in the past.
Huo Chuan even felt that he had actually fallen in love with Yun Qing a long time ago. It was just that he had been too confident of himself, and he firmly believed that Yun Qing would never leave him.
Captain Xu raised his eyebrows with interest. “Didn’t you save her life? Does she still hate you?”
“Also, did you ask her about Europe? You saved her life back then.”
Europe?
Huo Chuan thought of the girl who threw the child under her body.
He had always remembered the girl in the red dress. During the war, she had been particularly eye-catching. He had watched in surprise as she ran out of the safe house, disregarding her own life for a foreign child.
Huo Chuan was the same as Yun Qing. They lived without regrets.
If that girl was Yun Qing, the rope of fate would have bound them together long ago.
However, Huo Chuan was not willing to use these things as a bargaining chip in exchange for Yun Qing’s forgiveness or favorability.
This was too much of a moral kidnapping.
“I owe her all this.” After a while, Huo Chuan accepted his fate.
He had once asked Yun Qing to donate so much blood to Bai Ting. It was only right for him to save her life.
Captain Xu sighed and patted Huo Chuan on the shoulder. “You’ve done her so much wrong back then. Naturally, you have to pay a price for it. But you’re so depressed. You don’t look like the Huo Chuan that I know at all.
“Since you like her, then go get her back! We spent a lot of effort to save you and sister-in-law from the island!”
Captain Xu’s words made Huo Chuan ease up. He smiled and said, “I’ll try.”
The sea breeze whistled as Yun Qing lay on the bed, sweat dripping from her forehead.
After Huo Chuan left, she fell asleep, but nightmares kept playing out in her mind.
The sound of gunfire and screams filled her dreams. The ground was full of corpses, and the ground was dyed red with blood…
“AH—”
Yun Qing screamed and opened her eyes abruptly.
Almost at that moment, the door was pushed open abruptly. Yun Qi rushed in and pulled Yun Qing into his arms. “Little Qing, what happened to you? Don’t be afraid, I’m here!”
Yun Qing was convulsing in Yun Qi’s arms and had not yet woken up from the nightmare just now.
Yun Qi patted Yun Qing’s back patiently. The warmth gradually enveloped Yun Qing. She gradually came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and stood up from Yun Qi’s arms.
“Little Qing, was it a bad dream?”
Looking at Yun Qing’s pale face, Yun Qi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
He only had one precious little sister. He must not let anything happen to her!
Yun Qing recalled the dream just now. To be precise, she had been having this nightmare almost every day recently.
Perhaps the gunfight between the pirates and Huo Chuan reminded her of the bloody war five years ago.
“Brother, can you get me a psychiatrist?” Yun Qing did not want to run away. She chose to face the pain directly and asked.
“Psychiatrist?!” Yun Qi’s eyes widened. “Little Qing, did that bastard Huo Chuan…”
“Yun Qing, what’s wrong?”
Before Yun Qi could finish, Huo Chuan’s voice suddenly came from behind them.
