It was as if the scar was still hot and burning his hand.
Ximen Longting retracted his hand with a cold face, suddenly afraid that she would open her eyes, afraid of the resentment and accusation against him in her eyes.
Afraid of her calling the name "Leng Lintian"...
His red lips formed an even more bizarre smile. Not only did he have low self-esteem, but he also became a coward!
He took out the ring, held Jing Jiaren's hand, and put it back on the ring finger of her left hand...
What he wants to give her most is the greatest happiness in the world.
But in the end, he gave her enough irreparable pain...
Even so, he didn't want to let her go!
"Go down. If there is any new situation with Leng Lintian, report to me as soon as possible."
"yes."
Wilson withdrew.
Ximen Longting's posture was stiff and he stayed beside the hospital bed all night.
And the lights were always on in the operating room where Leng Lintian entered...
early morning.
Ximen Longting stood up slowly and walked to the terrace to light a cigarette. It had rained all night, and the hospital in the morning was filled with a very cold dampness.
Ximen Longting took out his mobile phone and heard someone getting up in the ward.
He turned back suddenly and found Jing Jiaren getting out of bed.
"Are you awake? Where are you going?"
Jing Jiaren's body froze for a moment, and she walked forward without looking at him.
Ximen Longting shouted loudly: "Jing Jiaren, you can never leave my eyes again——"
The direction Jing Jiaren walked was not outside, but to the bathroom.
Ximen Longting followed, and the door was already closed hard.
"Beauty." Ximen Longting knocked on the door.
"..."
"Let's talk."
"..."
"You really scared me last night..." He knocked on the door patiently, "Let's talk about anything, as long as you don't scare me again."
No sound came back to him.
Ximen Longting clenched his fist hard, crushing the cigarette he had just lit and falling to the ground.
Through a door, he sensed Jing Jiaren leaning on the back of the door, her figure falling like ink cartridges.
"Don't torture me like this..." He knocked on the door again, "Jing Jiaren, how exactly are you going to torture me?"
The knocking on the door became louder and louder.
"Open the door!"
A thunderous banging on the door.
Jing Jiaren covered her ears hard.
"I'll give you three minutes to calm down—"
The door suddenly opened, and Jing Jiaren stood in front of him with a dull expression. The next second, her arm was pulled, and she was taken into a generous embrace.
Ximen Longting hugged her tightly as if he was afraid that she would disappear: "Do you know who I am? Do you still remember who I am!?"
"Is he dead?" Jing Jiaren's calm and leisurely voice sounded, as if she had accepted everything.
"Not dead."
"I know he is dead, Leng Lintian is dead." Jing Jiaren's dull voice shook from his chest, "Everything last night was not a nightmare, it was real."
Ximen Longting hugged her tightly: "He's not dead."
"You go out, I'm very tired. Ximen Longting, seeing that I'm about to collapse, please spare me, okay?"
Jing Jiaren's voice was extremely tired, "What should I do so that you can forgive me?"
Ximen Longting's throat rolled hard and he laughed hoarsely and bitterly.
"Why do you think I'm here? Do you think I'm still taking revenge on you?"
"Otherwise?" She was unusually calm.
"I saw the sketch pad."
Jing Jiaren's figure moved slightly.
Ximen Longting said word by word: "The sketch book you buried on the island beach."
"Impossible." It had been washed away by the waves and he dug for several hours.