Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand in pain and wanted to grab it.

Simon Longting grabbed her wrist violently-

"Don't touch it!"

"Pain...... Her lips were pale, and the burning pain seemed to enter her veins and spread to her limbs.

Her whole body was filled with a sharp thump.

Simon Longting's heart doesn't hurt.

Suddenly took her into his arms: "Water-"

He roared angrily: "Water!!! ”

The maid jerked to the bathroom and quickly grabbed a glass of water.

Simon Longting pinched the glass of water and poured it on her forehead.

The icy water poured down relieved her sore spots, but at least reduced some of the burning sensation.

Jing Jiaren tilted her head and closed her eyes, her bangs were wet and curled, and the wound on her right forehead had faintly appeared a blooming rose, the size of a coin.

He reached out as if to caress the wound, trying to share the pain for her.

But his hand froze in mid-air.

"Jing Jiaren, you will never forget me, and I will forget you before you."

“……”

"Let's compare and see, who forgets who first, who is more ruthless, and who can live better."

This is the most ruthless revenge on each other after a pair of lovers separated.

Jing Jiaren looked at him in confusion......

She doesn't compare, she loses.

She said that she would forget him, but the debt to him would make her remember him with guilt for the rest of her life!

She didn't want to remember Leng Aofeng for the rest of her life and let him down......

Therefore, it is better to remember him for a lifetime and live up to Leng Aofeng.

"Do you think Leng Lintian really loves you?" He shook her shoulder, "He's trying to take away my beloved and torture me." ”

She knows......

"Once I don't love you anymore, what do you think you're still in his eyes?"

She knows it all......

If Ximen Longting doesn't love her, Leng Lintian feels that she has lost her use value, and maybe he will let her and her beauty go.

"You will be miserable then," he said, "and you will get nothing." ”

“……”

"The fate of the selfish woman Zuihou is that she will not get anything!"

"That's ...... It's my business......" Jing Jiaren said in a hoarse voice, "My business... I don't need you to worry about it......"

Ximen Longting blocked his chest with a mouthful of blood, staring at her fiercely and unable to say a word.

Jing Jiaren looked at him, the face she loved the most......

Wanting to reach out, Zuihou stroked him.

She couldn't forget him, and she didn't want to forget him. But he was afraid that after a long time, his face would be blurred.

Her hand touched his face, but her body and mind could no longer bear the pain, and she went limp, and fainted in his arms.

Ximen Longting's mind was empty, and he hugged her tightly.

His arms clamped her in his arms as if to break her ribs.

He hugged her heartbreakingly, knowing that the moment he started, it meant that he couldn't go back no matter how much he regretted it......

There's no going back......

Silently, he picked her up, walked out of the bedroom, carried her into the next room, and laid her on the large soft bed.

He brushed her hair away and took a deep look at the scar on her head.

He seemed to laugh, and a strange expression flashed in his eyes, more ugly than crying.

Eventually turned around and left.

The door closes, and the room is quiet......

Jing Jiaren lay on the bed, shouting something in a nightmare, grabbing her heart in pain, and whispering the name of Ximen Longting.

Tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes......