"You are not alone," Ximen Longting hugged her and kissed the top of her messy forehead. His chapped lips rubbed against her skin, "You are now the mother of two children.
"
"..."
"Jing Jiaren, let me ask you again, do you choose them or me?"
Jing Jiaren bit her lip and said, "I want it all..."
"Sometimes, people have to choose one thing." Ximen Longting said clearly, "Only one person can enter this secret room."
"Then go, I'll wait here."
"Do you have the strength to push the stone table?"
"I'll try... maybe I can!" Jing Jiaren pushed him away violently and ran to the stone table, basically trying to beat the stone with an egg.
Ximen Longting stared at her with dark eyes: "I am seriously injured, and you make me run around so hard? If I faint anywhere, we will die together -"
"..."
"I'll wait here while you do the errands. You run fast."
Jing Jiaren exerted all her strength, gritted her teeth, and kept pushing, but the stone table did not move at all. Her strength...
Even Ximen Longting, who was seriously injured, was not as good as even half a finger of his.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
After smoking too much, Jing Jiaren choked and coughed until her lungs hurt.
Her arm was grasped by a strong hand, and he pulled her up forcefully: "Let's go."
"..."
"You want to ink until my blood runs out? I'll wait for you here... I promise you, if you don't come, I will definitely wait for you with my last breath. Do you understand?"
Jing Jiaren's fingers clenched tightly, and her mind was numb with confusion.
She doesn't know what to do...
"You don't believe me?"
"I believe it."
"Let's go!!" Ximen Longting pushed her and urged, "Leave now."
Jing Jiaren took two steps forward and looked back at him.
Ximen Longting frowned and knelt in front of the stone table with a handsome posture. Although he was covered in blood, in her eyes, he was always the most handsome.
Her eyes looked deeply at him, the last look...
"Serve!" He growled in a deep voice, pressing his hands on the stone table, already making preparations.
Jing Jiaren looked at him dullly: "Ximen Longting, if you wait for me, you will definitely wait."
"That's long-winded." Ximen Longting glared at her impatiently, his whole body filled with anger.
Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth, picked up a chair and put it on the table. She climbed onto the table first, held on to the chair, and waited.
Ximen Longting is right, rather than waiting for death, it is better to fight to the death...
If she can escape, there is still a chance of survival. If she cannot escape, they will die together.
If she goes out and he doesn't wait for her, then she will come to accompany him again...
She can't rely on him so much.
"Jing Jiaren, you can't be so useless." She bit her lower lip, her heart aching as if thousands of knives were being inserted into it, and it was bleeding.
"Ready? Let's begin!"
Jing Jiaren's ears began to ring, and her red eyes stared blankly at Ximen Longting. She believed that she would never forget this moment in her life...
He was covered in blood, his abdomen was seriously injured, his handsome jaw was tense, and he used all his strength to move the stone table.
The stone door above the head was moving slowly, dust was falling, and thick smoke surged upward almost rapidly, gradually forming a vortex.
It's like there is a force attracting...
Jing Jiaren stood there looking at Ximen Longting, her feet felt like lead.
In the blur, she heard Ximen Longting yelling at her: "Get on the chair and climb up!"
Jing Jiaren stepped onto the chair on the table with numb hands and feet——