After a while, she found her voice: "The truth... do you still want to hear it?"
Ximen Longting's cold smile was extremely coquettish in the rain: "Not interested."
Her body was released, and Ximen Longting let her go.
Her stiff body fell into the rain, and she saw him stand up...
Maybe he waited too long, and his body became stiff when he sat, and every movement he made was cold and stiff.
Jing Jiaren watched him step by step out of her sight, she couldn't help but cover her lips and cried bitterly.
Suddenly, the tall body sank.
Ximen Longting fell straight into the rain...
"Ximen Longting!"
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There was only a small lamp on in the room, and Wilson stood by the bed to wait on him.
The rain was too heavy and the weather was too cold. Unexpectedly, Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren fainted one after another after being caught in the rain.
Wilson had no choice but to immediately carry the two of them into the car and take them back to the villa.
The young master's fever was getting worse, so he spent several hours blowing the cold wind at Namdaemun Square...
Originally, he had not had a good rest in the past few days.
From time to time, Wilson used his hand to probe the temperature of Ximen Longting's forehead.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened with a creak.
Wilson turned around and saw Jing Jiaren standing at the door holding a medicine bottle.
"Miss Elizabeth, why are you awake?"
Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on the bed: "Is he okay?"
"It's not good, the young master has a very serious fever..."
Jing Jiaren walked in with a medicine bottle and looked at the man who was completely asleep on the bed.
"Wilson...I want to ask you something."
"Speaking."
"Can you help me prepare 365 balloons, heart-shaped ones, preferably pink ones."
Wilson was a little surprised, but soon understood what Jing Jiaren wanted these balloons for: "Okay, I'll send someone to do it right now."
"There are also hydrogen pumps, a few rolls of silk thread, scissors... By the way, bring me 365 pieces of card paper first..."
Jing Jiaren hung the medicine bottles on the shelf, and the two people's medicine bottles touched together...
Ximen Longting's bag contains medicine bottles in a blue mesh bag, while Jing Jiaren's bag is red...
Like a couple cuddling together.
Jing Jiaren suddenly smiled, she didn't expect that they would get sick together.
Jing Jiaren sat down on the chair next to the bed and couldn't help but reached out and touched Ximen Longting's face.
His face looked so bad, really bad.
It was so bad that Jing Jiaren was in so much pain just by looking at it that she didn't know what to do...
A servant walked in, probably as ordered by Wilson, put a coat on Jing Jiaren's shoulders, and then gently withdrew.
Jing Jiaren hurriedly wiped her eyes, but she couldn't stop her tears.
Three years later, why did she come back, why did she meet him... everything was wrong.
The last thing she wanted was to cause him pain, but she came back to bring it to him. She deserved to die.
Ximen Longting, I'm so damned, I'm sorry... I'm so damned...
Jing Jiaren sobbed softly, her shoulders twitching slightly at first, and then she cried harder and harder.
When she heard footsteps outside, she would be so frightened that she burst into tears, as if she were secretly catching a thief.
Crying and crying, she got tired and leaned on the bed, lying next to Ximen Longting's hand.
I'm very sleepy, but my brain is running clearly, and I don't dare to sleep at all...
Soon after, the servant brought card paper and colorful pens.
Jing Jiaren sat on the writing desk and picked up a pen.