The banyan tree is like thousands of hands, dancing wildly in the thunderstorm.
Jing Jiaren's body was numb from the cold, but the heat in his chest came through the ironing of his shirt.
I'm more afraid of making you sad than going to hell...
Jing Jiaren murmured and held his hand.
I love you, I love you... I love you, Ximen Longting, I love you...
A tear slowly overflowed from the corner of the eye and mixed with the rain, making it difficult to distinguish.
Jing Jiaren's tears kept flowing down, but he couldn't see them.
Ximen Longting looked at her trembling body, his heart was filled with ice and fire, and he pinched her chin: "Why are you here?"
"If you want to hear the truth, I can tell you."
Ximen Longting froze, thinking he heard wrongly.
"But have you thought about it clearly, do you really want to listen to the truth?" Jing Jiaren suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had made a certain determination, "I have been lying to you because I want to minimize the harm, because I am afraid that you will not be able to accept the truth.
"
"..."
"I know your temper. You can't stand it... You will be in more pain than you are now."
Jing Jiaren held his hand, her eyes bright: "Even so, do you still want to know the truth that will make you painful?"
The truth that will hurt you...
With just this sentence, Ximen Longting was sentenced to death.
His red eyes were extremely dark: "What do you want to say?"
"I can't stay with you for long at all, maybe only a week, half a month, a month..." Jing Jiaren coughed softly, "Do you want such companionship?"
"..."
"Answer me? Do you want it?" If he wants it, she will tell everything...
She was already tired, and she was not as strong as she thought.
Ximen Longting seemed to have heard a huge joke.
She wants to run away again, what is her purpose this time?
In short, where she is going, there must be no him——
"You want to leave?" His voice was hoarse.
"Maybe." Jing Jiaren's eyes darkened, "I don't want to leave, I have to leave."
"Where do you want to go?"
Jing Jiaren stared at him, her eyes full of tears: "Heaven."
"..." Ximen Longting pinched her chin, "Does a woman like you deserve to go to heaven?"
Terrible anger burst out in my heart.
She wants to go to heaven with Leng Aofeng? As long as he is not there, is it heaven for her?
And where he is, is it hell?
"If I only have such a short time to accompany you, it will cause you greater pain, relatively speaking," Jing Jiaren asked softly, "You either."
"You think?" He grabbed her hair and said angrily, "I will want it?"
"..."
"Do you really think of yourself as a goddess? You should be grateful to anyone who is lucky enough to meet you?" Ximen Longting's facial features were blurred by the rain, "If you don't have a lifetime, get out!"
"..."
"Did you hear that, get out, I told you to get away," he held her wet hair tighter, "I will treat you as dead."
His beautiful lady died three years ago.
As if she had never come back...
If he had known earlier, it would have been better not to meet her and let her die in his memory. At least [Jing Jiaren] loved him.
And her appearance broke everything. He saw her betrayal, her hypocrisy, and her lies!
"Did you hear that?" His deep voice was accompanied by thunder, "I thought you were dead."