Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to grab it in pain.
Ximen Longting suddenly grabbed her wrist——
"No touching!"
"It hurts..." Her lips were pale, and the burning pain seemed to have entered her blood vessels and spread to her limbs.
Severe shock pain spread all over her body.
Ximen Longting's heart ached.
He suddenly hugged her into his arms: "Water——"
He roared angrily: "Water!!!!"
The servant rushed to the bathroom and quickly brought a glass of water.
Ximen Longting held the glass of water and poured it on her forehead.
The cold water poured down on her, although it eased her pain, it at least reduced some of the burning feeling.
Jing Jiaren raised her head and closed her eyes. Her bangs were wet and curled. A blooming rose appeared vaguely on the wound on her right forehead, which was about the size of a coin.
He stretched out his hand as if to touch the wound, wanting to share the pain with her.
But his hand was frozen in mid-air.
"Jing Jiaren, you will never forget me, and I will forget you before you do."
"..."
"Let's see who forgets who first, who is more ruthless, and who can live a better life."
Is this the most cruel revenge a pair of lovers can take on each other after they separate?
Jing Jiaren looked at him in confusion...
She doesn't compete, she loses.
She said she would forget him, but her debt to him would make her feel guilty and remember him 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 the rest of his life and live up to Leng Aofeng.
"Do you think Leng Lintian truly loves you?" He shook her shoulders, "He wanted to take away my true love and torture me."
She knows...
"Once I don't love you anymore, what do you think you are in his eyes?"
She knows everything...
If Ximen Longting no longer loves her, and Leng Lintian feels that she has lost her use value, he might let her and her beauty go.
"You will be miserable when the time comes," he said with dark eyes, "and you will get nothing."
"..."
"The final outcome of a selfish woman is to get nothing!"
"That's... that's my business..." Jing Jiaren said in a hoarse voice, "It's my business... you don't need to worry about it..."
Ximen Longting had a blood clot in his chest and stared at her fiercely, unable to say a word.
Jing Jiaren looked at him, the face she loved most...
I want to reach out and touch him one last time.
She couldn't forget him, and she didn't want to forget him. But she was afraid that his face would become blurred over time.
Her hands just touched his face, but her body and spirit could no longer bear the huge pain. Her body softened and she fainted in his arms.
Ximen Longting's mind was blank and he hugged her tightly.
His arms tightly hugged her, as if he wanted to break her ribs.
He hugged her heartbreakingly, knowing that the moment he made his move, it meant that he would regret it and never go back...
Nothing can go back...
He silently picked her up, walked out of the bedroom, carried her into the guest room next door, and placed her on the soft big bed.
He pushed her hair away and took a deep look at the scar on her head.
He seemed to be about to laugh, and there was a strange look in his eyes, an expression uglier than crying.
Finally turned around and left.
The door is closed, and the room is quiet...
Jing Jiaren was lying on the bed, shouting something in a nightmare, grabbing her heart in pain, and whispering Ximen Longting's name.