It was as if the scar was still hot, burning his hands.

Ximen Longting retracted his hand, his face was cold and hard, and he was suddenly afraid that she would open her eyes, afraid of the resentment and accusations against him in her eyes.

I'm afraid that she will call the name "Leng Lintian......

His red lips pulled up an even more bizarre smile, he not only had low self-esteem, but also became a coward!

took out the ring, took Jing Jiaren's hand, and put it back on the ring finger of her left hand......

What he wants to give her most is the greatest happiness in the world.

But in the end, he gave her enough irreparable pain......

Even so, he didn't want to let go of her!

"You go down, if Leng Lintian has a new situation, report to me as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Wilson stepped back.

Simon Longting's posture was stiff and he stayed by the bedside all night.

And Leng Lin Tianjin's operating room was always lit......

Early morning.

Ximen Longting got up slowly, walked to the terrace and lit a cigarette, it had rained all night, and the hospital in the morning was extremely cold and wet.

Ximen Longting took out his mobile phone and heard the movement of getting up in the ward.

He turned around and went back, and Jing Jiaren was getting out of bed.

"Are you awake? Where to? ”

Jing Jiaren's body stiffened, didn't look at him, and walked forward.

Ximen Longting shouted loudly: "Jing Jiaren, don't you want to leave in front of my eyes again-"

Jing Jiaren walked in the direction not outside, but in the bathroom.

Ximen Longting followed, and the door had been closed hard.

"Beauty." Simon Longting knocked on the door.

“……”

"Let's talk."

“……”

"You really scared me last night......" he patiently knocked on the door, "if there's anything we can talk about, as long as you don't scare me again." ”

Not a single voice replied to him.

Ximen Longting clenched his fist hard, and the cigarette he had just lit crushed and fell to the ground.

Through a door, he sensed that Jing Jiaren was leaning against the back of the door, and her body was mottled with ink cartridges.

"Don't torture me like this......" he knocked on the door again, "Jing Jiaren, how are you going to torture me?" ”

The knock on the door grew louder and louder.

"Open the door!"

Thunderous slamming of the door.

Jing Jiaren covered her ears vigorously.

"I'll give you three minutes to calm down—"

The door Huo Ran opened, Jing Jiaren stood in front of him with a blank face, and in the next second, her arm was pulled, and she was taken into a thick embrace.

Ximen Longting hugged her tightly for fear that she would disappear: "Know who I am?" Do you remember who I am!? ”

"Is he dead?" Jing Jiaren's calm and leisurely voice sounded, as if she had accepted everything.

"Not dead."

"I know he's dead, Leng Lintian is dead." Jing Jiaren's dull voice shook from his chest, "Everything last night was not a nightmare, it was true. ”

Ximen Longting hugged her tightly: "He's not dead." ”

"You go out, I'm tired. Simon Longting, for my sake, you spare me, okay? ”

Jing Jiaren's voice was extremely tired, "What can I do so that you can spare me?" ”

Simon Longting's throat rolled hard, and he smiled hoarsely and bitterly.

"Do you think I'm here? Do you think I'm still taking revenge on you? ”

"Otherwise?" She was eerily calm.

"I see that the sketch is thin."

Jing Jiaren's figure moved slightly.

Simon Longting said word by word: "The one you buried in the beach of the island, the sketchbook." ”

"Impossible." It was already washed away by the waves, and he dug for hours.