After asking the servant to make Jing Jiaren a cup of hot tea, he hurried out.
Jing Jiaren originally wanted to follow, but her big belly would only cause inconvenience... Wilson disagreed.
She also didn't want to become a trouble and delay the process of finding Ximen Longting.
Time passes little by little.
Jing Jiaren looked at the English wall clock on the wall from time to time. Every minute and second was the ultimate torture.
She held the cooling tea in her hands, and an ominous premonition enveloped her more and more closely.
I was so flustered that I couldn't sit still anymore and was pacing back and forth on the floor.
The servant stood outside looking out——
Originally, Jing Jiaren wanted to stand outside and watch, but the servant said it was very windy in the morning and Master Wilson had asked her to stay inside before leaving.
While Jing Jiaren was anxious, she suddenly remembered the window she almost knocked open when she came to the farmhouse that day.
I followed my memory to find the room and opened the door.
As she expected, this was a study room.
Even the facilities inside were completely different from what she had imagined...
Although I have never been here before, I feel that there is an inexplicable familiarity here.
Jing Jiaren walked to the desk and sat down on the chair, facing the window.
His scent still seems to linger in the air...
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, feeling much calmer despite her panic.
She sorted out the messy documents on the table, and a picture album was revealed - Ximen Longting had good painting skills, she had always known it.
He once helped her draw oil paintings and sketches, which were all framed and placed in the underwater cemetery and hung in the seaside villa.
And this one is obviously just a random graffiti to express his longing.
Jing Jiaren lowered her gaze, and when she saw the content of the painting, the tears that she had finally stopped fell again.
She half-covered her lips with her hand to stifle her sobs.
In this painting, she is standing outside the window, and the perspective is exactly from Jing Jiaren's position.
That day, she just stood here, looking into the window...
The curtains are made of silk. Looking from the inside to the outside, it seems that through a layer of gauze, the scenery outside is still vaguely visible.
And once you get closer to the curtain, it will be clearer.
But when she looked out of the window, she couldn't see Ximen Longting.
She began to regret endlessly. If she had knocked on the window or forced her way in, would everything have been different?
Jing Jiaren turned to the next page tremblingly.
What I saw was her standing outside the fence, bending down to pick daisies.
She passed by here that day and saw this daisy courtyard, and she dug up a small piece of soil with daisies on it.
Jing Jiaren, you are so stupid, so unforgivably stupid...
On the next page, Jing Jiaren is sitting on the hill with an easel.
It seems to overlap the sentence "She is looking at the scenery, and she is the scenery in his painting".
Jing Jiaren recalled that she was led into an alley by a black man at the company. He was the one who saved her, and he was the one who put a band-aid on her...
How could she forget that in this world, only Ximen Longting could be considerate and considerate of her?
She really wanted to go back in time and return to the racing track. Regardless of all obstacles, she walked up to the racing car and forcibly took off his helmet.
I really wish I had noticed the sofa on the second floor earlier in the hall and went straight up to lift the curtain.
I even want to get up and see him immediately without any hesitation when I eat a dish that tastes like Ximen Longting in the restaurant...
She was so regretful that she didn't know what to do.
He was always by her side, but she didn't notice him and missed him.