She thought she didn't have that much emotion invested in him.
Every time we have to wait until we are really separated, we realize that the love has been engraved in our bones.
Unlike Ximen Longting's blazing love, Jing Jiaren's love is deep and restrained, like an iceberg...
evening.
Jing Jiaren woke up slowly. The sky was gloomy. Apparently there had been a heavy rain not long ago, and there was no wind and sunshine like when she woke up in the morning.
Jing Jiaren sat up from the bed and felt the pain still coming from her forehead.
She walked to the bathroom and gently lifted her bangs on the right side.
There is a burn scar of a rose on the right forehead.
This rose is the royal symbol of Ximen Longting, his private helicopter, private luxury car, private yacht...
Everyone has a golden rose like this.
There are also Ximen Longting's men. Their uniforms all have roses like this carved on their gold or silver buttons.
Those with higher grades will have stars embossed with roses on their chests or shoulders.
That ring should belong to the servant...
Every servant will receive one when he joins the Ximen family as a servant...
Their rank is engraved on the ring so that they can enter and leave Ximen Manor or any of Ximen's territories at any time to do errands for him.
And this ring is the lowest in power and the most despicable.
Now the humblest rose shape is blooming on Jing Jiaren's forehead.
She watched in a daze and would never forget it in her life. Whenever she looked in the mirror in the future, she would think of him and the time of perverted love she had spent with him.
Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed a glass toothbrush cup and threw it on the mirror——
No!
She no longer needs to look in the mirror, that mirror has already been installed in her heart.
Jing Jiaren turned around and walked out, staring at the empty room with blank eyes...
He's gone?
It's okay to leave with disappointment in her.
From then on, she was a completely despicable existence in his heart.
Jing Jiaren lowered her head, but in an instant, she found that every finger of her cut hand had been covered with wounds...
Even the palms are wrapped with bandages...
And when she walked to the dressing mirror, she found that she had changed into clean pajamas, and her body seemed to have been scrubbed.
Turning around, I saw that the wound on my back had also been treated.
Tears fell instantly——
She remembered the two hearts he once drew in her hands.
Jing Jiaren slowly raised her lips and smiled. No matter how painful it was now, she once had happy memories, and that was enough, wasn't it? She was not a person who wanted extravagantly.
Jing Jiaren quietly opened the door and left.
When she walked to the door of the villa and opened the door, her calm mood suddenly collapsed again!
She originally thought that Ximen Longting, who had left, was on the beach, digging for something with an iron pick. The entire beach had been turned into a pit...
She covered her lips, remembering that her sketchbook was still buried in the sand.
He heard her asking the servant for an iron grip through the watch monitor, so he must have asked the servant what she wanted the iron grip for...
Ximen Longting dug here for more than an hour.
After the heavy rain, the beach was wet and smelled...
The wind was also very strong and it was even colder than last night.
Ximen Longting had a severe fever and was blown by the cold wind for more than an hour. He dug mechanically, but found nothing.
"Master," the servants stood not far away fearfully, "it has rained heavily, or the waves have washed away the things."