"It was Mr. Ximen who caused it, and it has nothing to do with Ximen Longting!"
"They are all named Ximen," Leng Lintian reminded, "Once you have anything to do with the surname Ximen..."
Jing Jiaren knew what was coming next without him having to say it.
She suddenly felt so exhausted all over her body. Why did Leng Lintian want to kill everyone like this?
Her body slumped onto the sofa...
"Even if you forget him, there is a process..." Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, "I think about him, and I can't help but think about him. But if you miss someone, can you just forget it if you want to!?"
"I know it needs a process, but you have to take action." Leng Lintian held her shoulders, "But now you have no determination to forget him..."
"..."
"Also, you have no intention of accepting me!"
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip and did not answer. She had no intention of forgetting Ximen Longting, let alone accepting Leng Lintian.
She thought that Leng Lintian couldn't control her heart.
But he is so powerful...
Jing Jiaren has never seen such a scheming man.
"Leng Lintian, you are so complicated."
Leng Lintian's eyes were deep: "All my complications only serve the same simple purpose for you."
"Oh……"
"I love you."
Jing Jiaren's whole body was shocked. He had said that he liked her many times, but never expressed it to her so seriously.
She looked at him deeply, his eyes were still so unfathomable, she couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart.
"In your eyes, I don't see your love at all."
"One day, you will see."
…
Jing Jiaren walked back to her room and found all the sketches of Ximen Longting that she had drawn over the past few days.
Every time she misses Ximen Longting, she draws a picture and writes the date in the lower right corner.
I originally wanted to keep it like this until I grow old...
She was afraid that if she didn't keep drawing him, she would forget what Ximen Longting looked like as time went by.
Leng Lintian once bumped into her while she was painting. He didn't say anything and was smiling.
He didn't tear up the paintings in a rage.
But now, Jing Jiaren personally lit the fire and ignited the painting.
Leng Lintian, he is really awesome——
If Ximen Longting gave her a tangible golden cage, then Leng Lintian gave her an invisible dragnet.
In comparison, she hated the latter even more, because Ximen Longting would not hide the truth.
No wonder Ximen Longting doesn't like people who lie - if a person can't see through it, it makes people confused and scared.
"Ximen Longting, I'm sorry. From today on, I will start practicing forgetting you."
Jing Jiaren looked at the portrait engulfed in flames.
"Am I useless? I can't even defend my right to miss you in that corner of my heart."
The flames burned crazily, reflecting Jing Jiaren's delicate and beautiful face.
Who the hell is she? A puppet whose spirit is hijacked?
In the evening, the servant knocked on Jing Jiaren's door: "Young mistress, Mrs. Jing is awake."
"How is she doing?"
"It looks normal, but..." the servant frowned, "it's also indescribably weird."
"weird?"
"She behaves strangely and says strange things. The young master is not at home right now, so he came to see you."
Jing Jiaren walked forward quickly and asked, "Have you notified Mr. Bell?"