Put the scorpion in the safe, along with the jar of biscuits.

And next to the cookie jar, there is also the card that does not have a congratulatory message written on it.

Simon Longting pressed the door of the safe and smiled hoarsely.

What kind of affection video, confession recording...... and photos of Jing Jiaren's intimacy with Leng Lintian.

He didn't even think he knew.

He no longer cared who she loved, or if she would never love him! As long as she lives and is by his side, that's enough!

Listening to the recording in the scorpion will only make him angry and embarrassed, and he even wants to wash it off and force Jing Pretty to record a recording of his confession.

But what is the point of this self-deception?

From then on, he loved her, did not ask for her response, and had nothing to do with her.

"Young Master," Wilson knocked on the door hurriedly, "Miss Jing's high fever seems to have worsened. ”

Ximen Longting's face turned cold and returned to the bedside.

Several doctors showed Jing Jiaren and found that her high fever not only showed no signs of improvement, but also gradually became higher.

There is a limit to the human body's ability to endure, and once the high fever is excessive, it will die when it reaches a critical point......

Ximen Longting grabbed the two doctors away, picked up the thermometer and looked at it, and began to panic.

"Save her!"

"It's her will to live...... She gave up on herself, intent on dying......"

The doctor was frightened by Simon Longting's eyes.

"What is the duty of a doctor? What kind of doctor can you be if you can't save a patient? ”

Simon Longting flipped his palm, and the gun in Wilson's chest was gone.

The hole in the gun was low on the doctor's head, and it kept going down, and the doctor was so frightened that he knelt down.

"We did everything we could, unless we ......"

"Say!?"

"There is a medicine that can reduce fever very quickly, but this medicine is so strong, she is so weak that she is afraid that she will not be able to stand it. If she holds on, she can survive, if she can't hold on......"

"How?"

"You're going to die."

The word death once again expanded in Simon Longting's mind.

An oppressive atmosphere of death spreads through the space.

He kicked the doctor in the stomach, and the doctor was on his knees, curled up in pain.

Jing Jiaren had a long, long dream, dreaming of time travel, Leng Aofeng took her to the square to feed the pigeons for the first time. Countless whites flapped their wings in front of her and flew into the sky......

She looked at the sky, and all the doves flew into the clouds and were enveloped in holy light.

She felt her body begin to lighten, and she was about to turn into a dove and fly into the clouds.

She knew that if she left, she would not come back.

Leng Aofeng's eyes were sad, and he grabbed her hand: [Don't go. 】

Jing Jiaren's feet had left the ground and floated, and a huge pull attracted her.

When the time came, she had to go.

But suddenly another force grabbed her.

Jing Jiaren saw Ximen Longting holding her left hand, and her red pupils contained a cold light that broke her heart.

[Jing Jiaren, you dare to go! 】

……

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Jing Jiaren lifted her eyelashes, and a suppressed low cough woke her up-

The throat is unbearably dry, like a traveler in the desert who has lost water for a while.

The bones all over her body were also in great pain, especially her chest, which seemed to be cracked.

A golden glimmer of light came into her eyes.

It is sunlight that comes in from the window......

Is she dead, it's good. But the body weishenme is still so heavy?

There was also that gloomy and cold iceberg face in Weishenme's heaven, staring at her for a moment.