When Jing Jiaren tried to block the way again, he ordered coldly: "Stop her."
Wilson had no choice but to stop Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, please stay."
"Wilson, tell me..." Jing Jiaren asked in a broken voice, "Did something happen to him? It's too abnormal. Ximen Longting wouldn't be like this..."
Wilson's eyes were deep: "Miss Jing, please leave the young master alone."
I said the same thing last night, just be quiet.
"You asked me to pick him up, I should have gone..." Jing Jiaren grabbed Wilson's sleeves like a lifeline, "Did something happen at that time?"
Wilson hesitated to speak.
"I should have gone then!"
"Miss Jing..."
The sound of Ximen Longting's footsteps striding away echoed infinitely in the empty corridor.
"Wilson, don't leave, I am qualified to know the truth!"
Wilson looked at the young master who was walking away and whispered: "Don't Miss Jing have my mobile phone number?"
"Um……"
"If there is any sudden change, I will contact you again. Please keep the line open at all times." Wilson said awkwardly, "Just stay here today. It seems that the young master has made up his mind."
Jing Jiaren bit her lip: "Then call me on the mobile phone."
"Ms. Jing, take care of yourself. Goodbye." Wilson let go of her, took two steps back, and saluted.
The space is surprisingly frozen.
Jing Jiaren's pupils were filled with black sadness as she watched Wilson chase in the direction where Ximen Long Ting left.
She seemed to be drowning in the deep sea, her whole body was suffocating with pain.
Her head felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and she felt that she could no longer stand, so she slowly squatted down while holding on to the edge of the door.
At the same time, his body softened and he collapsed to the ground.
A nurse passing by found her soon after.
"Miss, miss, are you okay..."
"Come here, someone fainted!"
Jing Jiaren was confused, but she seemed to hear all the movements.
The sound of sunlight shining on the ground, the sound of the breeze blowing the curtains...
It was as if I could hear the sound of the waves coming and going.
She smelled the quiet fragrance of flowers again, and a large field of white camellias appeared in front of her eyes.
Jing Jiaren opened her eyes slightly, and a burst of sunlight came over her, creating a dreamlike halo. She was sleeping on a 3-meter-wide bed on the island...
It's like time goes back in time, or it's like a dream.
She stretched out her fingers to block the sun.
When she saw the open door, she saw a figure leaning against the railing with his back to her.
Is this a dream, or is it her fantasy?
"Ximen Longting, is that you?"
Jing Jiaren's heart twitched and beat wildly in her heart.
She almost immediately got up and got out of bed, trying to walk in front of him, but time and space suddenly zoomed away...
The closer Jing Jiaren came to him, the farther away she became.
A long staircase leads to the sea, and Ximen Longting walks towards it.
Standing above the sea are the temples of hell burning like fire.
"Ximen Longting, don't leave..."
Jing Jiaren's pace quickened, getting faster and faster.
The road under her feet was covered with thorns, which stung her every step she took.
"Ximen Longting, I was wrong, it's my fault..."
She fell down while running, dripping with blood and exhausted, but she didn't dare to stop for a second.
"Ximen Longting......"
Calling his name loudly, he walked towards the city of hell as if he couldn't hear it at all.
The white camellias were dyed blood-red and withered all over the sky...