Ximen Longting looked at the beach coldly: "It's burned." ”

Now that he has decided to hate, he doesn't want to see anything related to the past.

Wilson hesitated and said, "Inside is a portrait of the young master......

"I told you to burn!" His low voice resounded, and his bloodthirsty eyes were terrifying.

Wilson turned to leave.

Simon Longting's heart began to ache inexplicably-

He clung to the guardrail and shouted, "Get back." ”

Wilson had just reached the door, and came back sadly.

Before he got close, Ximen Longting let go of his hand and shouted: "Get out, go burn." ”

Wilson: "......"

Walking to the door, Simon's thunderous voice sounded again: "Get over!" ”

Wilson recoiled again, ready to deal with his master—he had always been a resolute man after having been by Simon Longting's side for so long. I've never struggled with it at any other time.

It can be imagined how much of a fight Ximen Longting's obsession is in his heart at this time.

Zuihou, he still took the sketchbook from Wilson's hand.

It seems to be opened very casually.

Immediately saw that the first page was wet with tears...... When the tears dried, they turned into raindrops, and the sketches of that mass were blurred.

It is a side face of Simon Longting with his eyes closed.

The steep face and extremely long eyelashes seem to be a mixture of a demon and an angel.

However, there is a sentence underneath the painting:

[Thank you for letting me yujian you, whether we have a future or not.] 】

Ximen Longting's heart suddenly seemed to be injected with the usual stimulant, and the blood in his whole body immediately became manic.

He pursed his lips tightly and opened the next page......

It is a front of Simon Longting asleep.

The corners of Bo Qing's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he had dreamed of something pleasant, his smile was very light, but it was full of energy.

[I just hope that when you think of me, you will laugh. 】

Simon Longting's body was tense, as if the strings of his brain were stretched into a line.

Looking at the next one, he didn't have the heart to look at the painting, and looked directly at the words under the sketch:

[Maybe I'm really useless, and I don't have the ability to keep everyone I don't want to lose.] 】

……

[If one day you find out that I have done something sorry for you, will you hate me?] 】

……

[I chose to give up on you because I only want to owe you and only want to remember your ......]

……

Every piece of paper is a trace of being wet with tears......

To the zuihou one, it is almost folded, and the words on it are also blurred:

[You always say that I don't have a heart, I do, and every place in it is you.] 】

Ximen Longting's breathing was heavy and nasal at some point, and tears dripped down and fell on the painting paper, on the tears that Jing Jiaren had flowed......

Simon Longting tightened his face and clenched his sketchbook.

His tears were like sweetened coffee......

Jing Jiaren, weishenme?

If it weren't for the fact that he had come back here to look for the watch, the sketch would have become an eternal secret.

No matter what he said to her, she didn't explain, didn't refute, and kept silent!

The waves suddenly became ferocious, snapping and falling on the reef, shattering into thousands of waves.

The sky, which had just been sunny, suddenly covered the dark clouds, indicating that a rainstorm was coming......

At this moment, the bodyguard stood on the reef and beckoned to this side: "Young master, the watch has been found." ”

It's like some kind of fatalistic gear, spinning again and opening ......