Jing Jiaren's throat was choked, but she didn't expect that Ximen Longting had already admitted it.
"The master does not allow the young master to be with the woman he loves. If the young master dares to admit it in front of the master and agree to the wedding, it means that he will cut off all contact with you in the future. Once you are still in contact, you will be killed." Wilson
He said helplessly, "This anklet is an heirloom of the Ximen family. Mr. Ximen once used it on his beloved woman. Later, by some strange combination of circumstances, this anklet ended up in the hands of the young master."
Jing Jiaren was shocked. This anklet was also used by Mr. Ximen?
"The anklet is made of a special texture. It can be burned constantly by fire, chopped by swords, and even sulfuric acid cannot corrode it. A signal will be emitted in the anklet, and a special transceiver can receive the message. The young master's monitor is actually
A signal transceiver, so that no matter where you are in the world, you can receive the signal and find you."
"And Mr. Ximen also has such a transceiver?"
"Yes."
Jing Jiaren's thoughts became clearer, but what she still didn't understand was: "Why did Ximen Longting give the key to Mr. Ximen?"
"To show the young master's sincerity and his determination not to be with you. In fact, it is to gain the master's trust." Wilson replied, "It was also the young master who cut off his own escape path."
That's why Ximen Longting treated her so ruthlessly.
A gust of wind blew, and Jing Jiaren felt a little cold.
Wilson took off his clothes and put them on her: "Miss Jing, everything the young master does is for you."
"If he really wants to do it for me, he should put aside his hatred and go to cure the disease!"
"After it's cured, you and the young master can't be together...the young master doesn't want to drag you down."
Jing Jiaren looked up and saw Ximen Longting standing coldly in front of a tombstone for a while.
Then he turned around and walked down the long stairs.
Jing Jiaren pushed her wheelchair over and waited for him at the foot of the stairs.
The two of them were looking at each other across the long stairs. She felt that he was so far away and his gaze was so deep.
Jing Jiaren did not feel relaxed after knowing the truth of the matter. Instead, she was drowning in the ocean, not knowing what to do.
He finally stood in front of her and looked at her coldly: "Have you explained everything clearly?"
Wilson leaned forward: "Yes, Master."
"Is Miss Jing satisfied with the result?" He looked at her coldly.
His alienation made her sad.
Jing Jiaren reached out and took his hand: "Ximen Longting, don't do this."
"Do you know who I was looking at just now?" He looked down at her strangely.
Against the light, his tall figure shrouded her, and the weather was gloomy.
Jing Jiaren frowned: "Your mother?"
"..." Ximen Longting's eyes dimmed slightly and he stared at her closely, "You really don't know?"
"What should I know? Who is buried here?"
If she knew about Jing Meixue's death...
Ximen Longting didn't want her to bear more lives.
"go back."
"You haven't said who he is yet?"
"A woman whom the old man once thought was my true love." The person originally lying here was Jing Jiaren.
"..."
"Everyone is already lying down. You are the only one who survives."
"I'm not afraid of death!" Jing Jiaren smiled calmly, "In your eyes, am I a coward who is afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid." He replied coldly, "I won't allow you to die either!"
"Ximen Longting, thank you for everything you have done for me..." Jing Jiaren shook her head and smiled bitterly...