Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Kneeling on the ground, Song Qiao felt a burning sensation and a little pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been kissed and kissed countless times. She scanned it with her consciousness and saw a crimson flower blooming where the gland used to be.

It was as if Si Qing had never left, she had marked Song Qiao, and she would accompany him forever in this way.

But this is not a kind of cruelty.

For the living.

Song Qiao finally collapsed completely. She knelt there and cried bitterly.

She rarely cried, not because she thought tears were weakness. Many times she didn't know whether her emotions were real or whether she was acting out for the mission.

But these emotions do not include crying. She rarely cries because she has experienced too much pain, and her threshold for enduring pain has been raised. No matter how sad things are, they are nothing to her.

This will pass, she will get better, she can do it.

But now, at this moment, she could no longer deceive herself that everything would be fine.

Not anymore, never again.

She felt the pain of the female Jiang in the fantasy, the pain of watching the one she loved die in front of her eyes, the despair and powerlessness.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Song Qiao slowly stood up. She took one last look at the seal, walked into the spaceship, set the Milky Way Light as the destination, and then closed her eyes.

Her sea of ​​consciousness more than doubled, and Si Qing transferred all his mental power to her, including all combat experience and control methods.

Song Qiao could only force himself to enter the sea of ​​consciousness, trying to feel the familiar atmosphere there.

She was awakened by a shock. The ship had entered the light of the galaxy.

What she didn't expect was that she would go directly to the federal executive office building.

As soon as he came out of the parking lot on the top floor, he saw Si Qing's secretary-general.

At this time, the secretary-general's eyes were slightly red. After seeing Song Qiao, he immediately lowered his head and said respectfully: "The consul... left a document before leaving. Please be sure to go to her office."

Song Qiao paused and followed the secretary-general.

In the office, the secretary-general turned on the projector, and Si Qing's figure appeared.

Song Qiao took a deep breath and suppressed the sourness in his eyes.

She cannot cry in front of outsiders or show weakness.

"If you are the only one who comes back, it means we have failed. It doesn't matter. I believe you can persevere. From this moment on, you will be the new consul. You don't have to worry about anyone's opposition. The stars will support you. The people in the upper house will support you." An old man would not dare to object." At this point, Si Qing chuckled.

"Well... I should transfer my mental power to you. You know how to control them. Just keep everything as usual. The federation will not stop functioning because I am missing." Si Qing held his chin and said softly.

After saying this, she looked at Song Qiao, as if she knew Song Qiao would be standing there. Her eyes were so soft and full of love.

"Forgive me...my dear little madman..."

This woman...how could...how could...she left everything to Song Qiao, her strength, her power, her everything, she gave the entire galaxy to her lover, but only Give up on yourself...without leaving any hope...

Song Qiao held onto the table, gritted his teeth and lowered his head. After a long while, she whispered: "Everything remains as usual...contact me if you have anything to do. I want to...go back to Satellite 3 first."

Taking away that image, Song Qiao seemed to have left the light of the Milky Way.

But on Satellite 3, she met the person she least wanted to see at the moment.

nineteen.

She squatted at the door of Si Qing's residence, like a golden retriever abandoned by its owner.

When she saw Song Qiao, she immediately stood up, took two steps, and quickly stopped. She looked at Song Qiao, then looked behind Song Qiao. As if she understood something, she silently turned and left.

Song Qiao watched her leave, forced herself into Si Qing's room, and walked into the bedroom. The dolls in the room were still there, but only the bed was empty.

After getting together with Song Qiao, Si Qing no longer had dolls on her bed because she could sleep with Song Qiao in her arms.

Song Qiao picked up the dolls one by one and spread them all over the bed. Then he fell back and lay on the bed, burying himself in the dolls.

In this familiar atmosphere, she closed her eyes tightly and let tears fall down her cheeks. She thought that Si Qing, a bad woman, was lazy, sleepy, and afraid of pain. If she bit her even slightly hard during intimacy, she would be kicked out of bed.

By the way, this woman is afraid of being alone. Even if everyone misunderstood that Nineteen was a weapon made by her, in order to have someone to accompany her, she still kept Nineteen by her side and allowed others to misunderstand her.

Song Qiao thought... Such Si Qing, with so many scars on her body at the last moment, must have been very painful. Why didn't she cry... She should be angry. She should rush over and slap herself, and then frown in anger. That's right...

How could she laugh...

Would she be scared if she stood there alone...

Song Qiao turned over and hugged the doll tightly. She sank her consciousness into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness and let herself fall into the sweet dream weaved by her own hands, where Si Qing was still alive.

She fell into a dream, but her brows were still furrowed.

"Hug me...hug me again..." she murmured.

Awakened by a communication ringtone, Song Qiao opened her eyes. She looked at the pop-up box next to the bed, which displayed Ai Wen's name.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Qiao connected the communication.

Ai Wen's voice came: "Si Qing, are you back?"

"No, it's me, Song Qiao." Song Qiao replied hoarsely.

There was silence for a while, and Ivan's voice was choked with sobs. "She...I know...Can you come over? I need you to solve some of the problems she left behind."

problem?

Song Qiao stood up and walked towards Alvin's research room.

It was only later that she learned that Aiwen was the director of the Galaxy Medical Research Institute and one of Si Qing's few friends.

Entering the research room, Song Qiao saw Alvin's eyes slightly red behind his glasses. Ai Wen was stunned for a moment after seeing Song Qiao. He seemed a little entangled and didn't speak for a while.

"What did she leave behind?" Song Qiao asked proactively.

Alvin took a deep breath, "She didn't let me tell you, but I think you have the right to know. Maybe she also guessed that I would tell you, she knows my character..."

Song Qiao didn't understand.

Ivan turned around and started operating in front of a piece of equipment. Soon, a white round object appeared. Song Qiao recognized what it was, an artificial womb.

At that moment, Song Qiao felt that her body didn't belong to her. She began to tremble and wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

Alvin's voice seemed to come from the sky, floating in her ears.

The artificial uterus is opened, and inside is a translucent oval container, and the embryos floating inside can be vaguely seen.

"This is your child... um... it should be said that it is an embryo. She was frozen and her development was suspended. Si Qing said that if she can come back, let me resume development. If she can't... let me not tell you. , freezing her permanently."

Song Qiao reached out and gently touched the shell of the artificial womb.

"You can't mark me permanently!"

"Why!"

"Because I will get pregnant..."

She thought... as if the conversation from that day was echoed. At the same time, she thought about the vulnerable period before leaving. She seemed to be hinted that what she remembered was a temporary mark, maybe it was permanent.