"What do you have in the king's hands?" Ximen Jingxuan didn't understand for a while.

"You take things with you." Lin Xin'er said unhurriedly.

"That's what you're talking about?" Ximen Jingxuan suddenly pulled out a ball of cloth shirts from his arms.

It was the blood book that he wrote with his fingertips in the cave of the skull of Qixing Mountain that day.

"Yes, that is a memory that belongs to you and me, and there is no need to be remembered by the prince." Lin Xin'er said.

A voice without any emotion, just like Ximen Jingxuan no longer remembers this feeling.

"You don't want the king to remember it?" Ximen Jingxuan was holding the lump of cloth shirts, if they were not precious enough, it would be a mess of tattered clothes.

"Is it necessary for me to let the son of my enemy remember this love? You've forgotten now, just right. The corners of Lin Xin'er's lips were slightly hooked, which was a mockery of Ximen Jingxuan's deliberate concern.

Now, she just wants to be a ruthless person, forcing Ximen Jingxuan to let go of this relationship, leaving only one idea in his mind, even if that idea is what she doesn't want to see and hear, for him...... For Ximen Jingxuan...... I don't want him to be embarrassed all the time, so that his mind is confused and goes crazy.

Before there is an antidote to the poison of infatuation, she wants Ximen Jingxuan to give up on her completely.

"Yes, this king is your enemy, whether it is your background or the background of Shuiyue Palace, this king and you should be incompatible." Ximen Jingxuan's hand holding the cloth shirt secretly exerted force.

He has been secretly emphasizing that what he wants to remember is worthless in the face of the grievances of the previous generation.

But

He really didn't expect Lin Xin'er to be so decisive in retrieving this blood book, without the reminder of this blood book, he and her would quickly walk away, is this really what Lin Xin'er wants?

Just when Ximen Jingxuan was thinking, Lin Xin'er's hand had already hooked forward.

Ximen Jingxuan dodged away, and Lin Xin'er just brushed the corner of the cloth shirt with her fingertips.

Returning her hand, Lin Xin'er touched the candlestick on the table, her heart was ruthless, and when she shot again, she had already pulled the candle out of the candlestick.

Ignoring the scorching heat of the wax oil, Lin Xin'er threw the candle in her hand to the cloth shirt in Ximen Jingxuan's hand.

Ximen Jingxuan hid again, not wanting Lin Xin'er to make a fake move, and when he dodged away, the candle really flew over with his figure.

Ximen Jingxuan waved his palm and slashed at the candle.

The candle goes out.

It was pitch black inside.

At the moment when the candle went out, Lin Xin'er quickly swept to Ximen Jingxuan.

Ximen Jingxuan's palm was not withdrawn, Lin Xin'er leaned on his side and swiped over, one hand against it, and the other hand accurately grabbed the cloth shirt.

With a stabbing thud, the shirt split in two in the dark.

Lin Xin'er didn't expect to burn the cloth shirt with a candle, she only needed to borrow a candle to distract Ximen Jingxuan's attention, and she could only disperse a little.

The half of the cloth shirt in her hand was crumbled into crumbs in an instant by Lin Xin'er's internal force.

In the dark, the atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

Feeling that Lin Xin'er had no intention of making another move for the time being, Ximen Jingxuan took out a new candle from the desk drawer in the dark and lit it.

When he saw the crumbs of his shirt all over the ground, he was secretly shocked.

Lin Xin'er destroyed half of the blood book so completely, which was also beyond his expectations.

To be honest, when Lin Xin'er asked him for this thing, he still had some thoughts that Lin Xin'er was pretending.

Whether he is judging Wumei or Lin Xin'er now, he is very careful in his judgment, and he doesn't dare to fully believe in anyone.

Sizzle,,

Ximen Jingxuan obviously didn't make a sound, but seeing his expression, Lin Xin'er seemed to hear his painful voice.

Ximen Jingxuan's brows furrowed slightly.

Lin Xin'er thought that he was just uncomfortable.

He is not a person who can show it easily, but as long as he shows it, he can't help it.

Lin Xin'er wanted to step forward to inquire about it, but she gritted her teeth and didn't move.

Ximen Jingxuan stretched his brows and looked at Lin Xin'er.

He was unwell and could be detected by Lin Xin'er, and the subtle changes in Lin Xin'er's face could also fall into Ximen Jingxuan's eyes.

The two men were silent for a moment, looking at each other silently from a desk.

"Do you want this cloth more?" Ximen Jingxuan shook half of the broken shirt in his hand and took the lead in breaking the silence.

Cloth, in his eyes, the blood book became a rag.

"Yes." Lin Xin'er said decisively and firmly.

Even if her heart weeps quietly with the crumbs all over the ground.

Lin Xin'er looked at Ximen Jingxuan, watched him raise the half piece of the broken shirt in his hand, floating above the candlelight, the corner of the clothes touched the flame, lit, and burned all the way up until it was close to his hand.

In the end, seeing Ximen Jingxuan throw the broken shirt that was about to burn out on the ground, in the blink of an eye, a red light disappeared.

No, the last nostalgia is gone.

Lin Xin'er looked at Ximen Jingxuan and evoked a smile, that smile was so heartwarming.

He didn't need to memorize it anymore, he didn't need to be reminded all the time, he could just leave one of his thoughts. This is the cause of the strange disease that Liu Fusheng said, and she solved it.

Lin Xin'er's performance made Ximen Jingxuan more difficult to judge, and he fell into contradictions, which made him even more headache.

Sizzle,,

Lin Xin'er seemed to hear Ximen Jingxuan's painful voice again.

Flicked the ashes on his body, Ximen Jingxuan sat on the chair, supported his forehead, and propped his elbows on the desk, avoiding Lin Xin'er's sight, and secretly breathing.

"Are you alright?" Lin Xin'er wanted to get closer and ask, but she couldn't bear to say it after all.

"I got the things, and that's all for today, and it will be up to heaven in the future." When the words came to her mouth, Lin Xin'er changed to a cold tone.

"Well, every according to the will of God." Ximen Jingxuan repeated.

Lowering her head, Lin Xin'er didn't see the sweat stains on his face, nor did she see the hand he hidden in his sleeve kept trembling.

Lin Xin'er took advantage of Ximen Jingxuan's head to bow her head, glanced at him deeply, turned around, and walked away quickly.

The hurried footsteps show how determined she is, but the hurried footsteps can also indicate how much she wants to flee quickly.

She thought that if she stayed for a while, Ximen Jingxuan would leave because of his constant contradictions, and when he had finished this night, when he woke up, there was nothing to remind him, and he gradually forgot the content of the blood book.

Jing Xuan, I won't embarrass you, I won't let you force yourself into a demon.

Love is not only to get, but also to give, you are for me, and I am for you.

Lin Xin'er, who left King Xuan's mansion, took a deep breath of cold air against the cold wind.

After Lin Xin'er left, Ximen Jingxuan raised his head, looked at the door with deep eyes, and pursued Lin Xin'er's shadow.

Lin Xin'er wants to destroy it cleanly, can he really forget it?

What to do and how to judge is himself, no one can control his mind, even if there may be the symptoms that Liu Fusheng said, he has to pursue the truth.