Ximen Longting hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.
Jing Jiaren remembered the sobering soup...
Walking to the door with the bowl in hand, after he finished brushing his teeth, he handed it to him: "Drink this, your head will not hurt."
Ximen Longting took it coldly and threw it away.
He finally ate the spaghetti, but he didn't let Jing Jiaren feed him, and he didn't look at her during the whole eating process.
The air was stagnant, so Jing Jiaren went around cleaning the house.
"After breakfast, let me help you clean up."
She picked up the stained suit and shirt and said, "You smell like alcohol. How many days have you not showered?"
Ximen Longting said nothing.
"When the washing is finished, change into clean clothes and I will take you to a place?"
"I won't go to the hospital." He finally said, "You've given up on this."
"Why?" Jing Jiaren paused.
"No reason."
"Ximen Longting, treatment is your only chance to survive, you can't give up!"
Ximen Longting curled his lips coldly: "Jing Jiaren, who do you think you are? You weren't there when I needed you, and when I didn't need you... why did you come back!?"
These words pierced her heart hard.
"You have lost the qualification to care about me now!"
"You need me now, most of all." She said stubbornly, "I will not leave."
Ximen Longting sneered: "Do you think my love is a burden?"
He was cold and ruthless: "Now you have become my burden."
Only then did Jing Jia realize that she had said that his love was a burden, which was so hurtful.
Jing Jiaren's heart ached, but she told herself that these were all Ximen Longting's angry words to drive her away.
"No matter how you scold me, I won't leave. If you have anything else to scold, just vent it out... I've scolded you so much before."
"What is this?" He said coldly and solemnly, "Are you paying off the debt?"
"Yes, I want to repay the love debt to you." I will use the remaining half of my life to repay it.
He stared coldly at the watch on his wrist: "I don't need your input on my decision."
"I have always known that you are a strong and stubborn person. I happen to be the same. You don't listen to my opinions, and I don't listen to yours, so we always quarrel."
"..."
"But only this time, you have to listen to me."
Ximen Longting's voice became more and more indifferent: "Looking at me dying and you coming back - are you pitying or pitying me!?"
"Why do you think so?"
"Don't you want to escape?" Ximen Longting raised his head suddenly, "Escape from me again and again."
Jing Jiaren was speechless.
"What are you doing back now? If you didn't think I was going to die, would you have come back!?"
"I……"
"I, Ximen Longting, don't need your pity!" He glanced at her face with sinister eyes.
"I already said it's not pity." Jing Jiaren's explanation was so feeble.
"Jing Jia..." Ximen Longting's expression suddenly changed, and he pressed his hand on his stomach. The next second, he vomited out most of the spaghetti he had just eaten, with blood still in it.
Jing Jia felt heartbroken and hurriedly ran to him, patted his back and handed him a tissue: "Are you feeling better?"
Ximen Longting opened her hand coldly.
He doesn't need anyone's sympathy, especially Jing Jiaren's...
He has never lived such a useless life, asking the woman he loves to worry about him!