Ximen Longting looked at the beach coldly: "Burn."
Now that he has decided to hate, he doesn't want to see anything related to the past.
Wilson hesitated and said: "There is a portrait of the young master inside..."
"I told you to be burned!" His roaring voice was loud, and his bloodthirsty eyes were terrifying.
Wilson turned and left.
Ximen Longting's heart suddenly began to hurt inexplicably——
He grabbed the guardrail tightly and shouted loudly: "Get back."
As soon as Wilson reached the door, he came back sadly.
Before he got close, Ximen Longting let go of his hand and shouted: "Go away, go and burn it."
Wilson: "..."
Walking to the door, Ximen Long's thunderous voice sounded again: "Come here!"
Wilson fell back again, ready to deal with his master - he had always been a resolute man after working with Ximen Longting for so long. He had never been so entangled in anything before.
One can imagine how much obsession Ximen Longting was fighting in his heart at this time.
Finally, he took the sketchbook from Wilson's hand.
It seemed to be opened very casually——
I immediately saw that the first page was wet with tears... After the tears dried, they turned into raindrops, and the sketch of the group was blurred.
It is a profile of Ximen Longting with his eyes closed.
The steep face and extremely long eyelashes look like a mixture of devil and angel.
However, there is a sentence below the painting:
【Thank you for letting me meet you, no matter whether we have a future or not.】
Ximen Longting's heart suddenly seemed to be injected with a stimulant, and the blood in his body immediately became frantic.
He pursed his lips tightly and opened the next page...
It is a front view of Ximen Longting sleeping.
The corners of Erqing's mouth were slightly raised, as if he had dreamed of something pleasant. His smile was very light, but full of energy.
【I just hope you smile when you think of me.】
Ximen Longting's body was tense, as if the strings in his brain were stretched into a straight line.
Looking at the next picture, he no longer had the intention to look at the painting, and looked directly at the words under the sketch:
[Maybe I’m really useless and 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 choose to give up on you because I just want to owe you and remember you...]
…
Every piece of drawing paper is stained by tears...
By the last one, it was almost wrinkled, and the words on it were blurred:
【You always say that I don’t have a heart, but I do, and every part of it is you.】
Ximen Longting's breathing became rough and nasal at some point, tears dripped down and fell on the drawing paper, on Jing Jiaren's tears...
Ximen Longting had a tense face and held his sketchbook tightly.
His tears were like coffee with sugar...
Jing Jiaren, why?
If he hadn't come back here to look for the watch again, and by some strange combination of circumstances, this sketch would have become a secret forever.
No matter what he did to her, she never explained, didn't refute, and kept silent!
The waves suddenly became fierce and crashed onto the rocks, breaking into millions of waves.
The sky that was still sunny just now was suddenly covered with dark clouds, indicating that a heavy rain was about to come...
At this moment, the bodyguard stood on the rock and waved this way: "Master, I found the watch."
It's like some kind of fateful gear, spinning again...