Ximen Longting looked at him solemnly, just when he was about to leave the same way...
I gently opened the window, and a gust of sea breeze blew in with moisture. On the desk next to the window, the white sketch paper was blown everywhere by the wind.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows slightly, and one of the papers fell on his face.
He took it off and took a look, using the faint starlight...
The sketch inside the painting is of Ximen Longting.
The clear outline of the eyebrows, the resolute chin, the slightly pursed thin lips, the slightly narrowed eyes, with the lazy interest of a cheetah.
Ximen Longting reached out and picked up the papers that had fallen nearby. Page after page, they were all about him.
Ximen BOSS's heart felt like it was being held in a hand, and the blood all over his body was boiling.
He gently turned on the desk lamp and picked up all the scattered papers to read.
Every time I look at a picture, his body seems to be injected with life...
There are even traces of tears on the handwriting.
Ximen Longting clutched the notebook tightly, his eyes getting redder and redder.
He always thought that Jing Jiaren could live a good life without him.
During that time in England, she was carefree and did not think about him at all...
If this is the case, then why is [Ximen Longting] so full of articles now?
For whom are the tears above shed...
As long as she has free time, why does she paint a picture?
Ximen Longting's throat rolled. He had been resenting her for being so heartless and free when she fled, but he couldn't see the fear and scars in her heart...
She was alone with her child, enduring the longing but pretending to be strong and optimistic.
She never forgot him for a day!
Ximen Longting opened the drawer and saw more sketches...
Every day, Jing Jiaren loses her memory, so she unconsciously repeats some things.
And the biggest thing she repeated was missing Ximen Longting.
Ximen Longting held a thick manuscript paper, his strong eyes becoming more and more frustrated.
Probably he made too much noise and woke up the woman in her sleep.
Ximen Longting turned his face stiffly and looked at Jing Jiaren.
"Why never told me?"
"..."
"What kind of life do you live in the UK? What do you do every day? What are you thinking about?" Ximen Longting said fiercely, "Why have you never tried to tell me?"
When she was misunderstood and resented by him, she always chose silence!
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened. It was midnight and her mind fell into chaos.
The memory of yesterday is disappearing, but it is not completely gone yet...
But regardless of whether she had forgotten yesterday, she should not have seen Ximen Longting here.
She shook her head: "Is this a dream? This is not true."
She won't see him, the man she thinks about day and night, but is deeply afraid of being found by him!
SUN rolled over and was disturbed by the voices of two adults...
Ximen Longting clutched the sketch paper and strode up to Jing Jiaren!
He wanted to ask clearly, even if she forgot again tomorrow.