His face was buried in her shoulder, and his masculine breath forced her.
Jing Jiaren restrained herself for a long time and wiped her eyes: "I won't cry anymore, and you are not allowed to...cry either."
Ximen Longting's strong arms hugged her waist tightly: "I am a man, how can I cry?"
But she clearly saw his tears just now.
"Ximen Longting," Jing Jiaren cheered up, "I may not be able to give you my whole life..."
She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to write that letter and tell him the truth.
"Is this why you have to leave me?" He raised his head, "You misled me."
"How can I..."
"Separation other than death is betrayal." Ximen Longting looked at her in a low voice, "And death is not separation, it is eternity."
"Eternal?"
"We will always be together." His big hand held her hand.
Jing Jiaren understood what he meant.
He thought that what she said was that she could not give him her whole life, but that she would spend the rest of her time with other men.
Jing Jiaren leaned gently into her arms: "I explained everything in the letter... I'm sick."
"I know."
"I only love you. I have never loved Leng Aofeng. I have lied to you a lot...but I have never deceived your feelings. I have not." Jing Jiaren explained anxiously.
Ximen Longting looked at the bandage on her head hesitantly, and now it was only a thin circle.
"Then how did you get hurt?"
"The disease broke out that night. I was in so much pain that I wanted to pass out, so I wanted to knock myself out."
Ximen Longting's face turned cold: "Why didn't you tell me about the onset of the illness?!"
"I..." Jing Jiaren's eyes hesitated, "I'm afraid you'll be sad."
She was afraid that he would be sad, so she hid everything from him...
And not because of Leng Aofeng.
This damn stupid woman has suffered a lot in the past half month.
And all her sufferings were caused by him. When she needed him most...
The guilt in Ximen Longting's heart was like a sea.
Recognizing her was not as happy as he expected... His heart hurt too much.
After learning the truth, he would rather she had really betrayed him than suffer so much alone.
He tightened his arms and felt her thinness, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
"Ximen Longting...you are almost breaking my grip..." Jing Jiaren coughed in a low voice, "I can't breathe..."
Ximen Longting held her hand, and her fingers were swollen together.
Frostbite will occur if you freeze...
Ximen Longting held her hand and kneaded it as hard as he could: "Why don't you wear gloves?"
"I forgot..."
"Since you are sick, what should you do if you walk around alone at night and faint on the street?" He bit her ear in punishment, "Do you know how worried I am? I'm afraid that I won't be able to find you, and I'm afraid that you will follow me again.
Disappear in the world..."
Jing Jiaren whispered: "I'm sorry."
"I won't forgive you for hurting yourself like this. I won't forgive you no matter how many times you say sorry!"
"..."
His voice was hoarse and sensual, rubbing her hands until they became red and hot: "I will never let you go again."
Jing Jiaren looked at him softly.
The hickeys on his neck faintly appeared before her eyes...
Only then did she realize that there were several on his chest.
Jing Jiaren pursed her lips: "If I didn't write to tell you, would you and her get along well?"