"Mom, if you wear more clothes, you can help you break through the tight siege." Jing Jiaren took out a lamp and shined it into the thick fog...
Not long after, there was light coming from the thick fog, showing her the direction.
Jing Jiaren asked SUN to stay back in the bucket, and picked up the duffel bag with one hand and the bucket with the other.
SUN got out of his head and asked: "Queen, is SUN heavy?"
"Shh, stop talking."
Even though I was wearing enough clothes, it was still not easy to walk out of the dense rose bush...
From time to time, Jing Jiaren felt sharp thorns stabbing into her feet, causing pain.
However, she didn't care about anything else, she only knew how to quickly move towards the light source.
In the room, the fire became more and more intense...the billowing smoke drifted out of the window and soon became entangled with the fog.
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By the time the servant discovered the fire, it was already an hour later.
Ximen Fenglie leaned against the wall, sitting slumped on the ground, placing one hand on his bent left knee. His right hand was seriously injured, and he was holding a broken photo frame in his hand...
His eyes are empty and have no focus.
Many times, Vic felt that time seemed to have stood still on Mr. Ximen.
No matter how much time passes, he is still the same as before, without much change...
He deliberately maintained it and did not allow himself to change.
When he first found a white hair on his head, even just one, he felt great fear!
He was afraid that he would suddenly grow old and that he would not be able to recognize JANE when he saw her again.
He is afraid that when he gets old and sees JANE again, he will no longer be able to match her...
He was afraid that he would age too quickly and would not have much time left to wait for her.
What he is even more afraid of is that JANE is no longer here and he will just wait in vain for the rest of his life.
He is afraid...
His long eyelashes drooped and stacked above his eyes. He was already old. No matter how he tried to stop it and resisted the growth rings, he would eventually become old.
Mr. Ximen coughed deeply.
What is old is his heart, his organs that are gradually beginning to fail, and he is waiting more and more desperately every day.
"Vic," Mr. Ximen suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the loyal butler in front of him, "you are already old."
Half of Vic's hair is gray, and his white hair is mixed with black. There are obvious wrinkles on his rigid face, which makes him look aged.
Vic bowed his head: "Yes, sir."
Master Ximen is obviously the same age as him, but judging from his age, he looks like Vic's son.
"I'm getting old too."
"Master, you are still young, you are not old..."
The corner of Vic's mouth moved slightly. He sometimes dreams, and when he wakes up, he sees the master and Miss JANE together...
No, at that time, Ximen Fenglie was still a young master.
The space is inexplicably depressing and sad.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a guard came to report that Jing Jiaren's room was on fire.
The fire was so big that all the servants and guards in the castle went to put out the fire...
"Miss Jing and the young master are both inside..."
After Ximen Fenglie heard this, his face suddenly turned purple and he coughed violently again.
He coughed so hard that he pressed his chest tightly with one hand and twitched violently...
Vic hurriedly went to get heart medicine, opened it and force-fed his master to take one pill.
"Master, don't worry, they are all putting out the fire. The young master will be fine."
Ximen Fenglie's mouth turned frighteningly purple, he was breathing heavily and almost fell into a state of shock.