Jing Jiaren threw away the torch and walked to Ximen Longting: "It's on fire anyway, we can't escape."
"You crazy woman!" Ximen Longting's eyes were bloody, and he grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously, "Are you really desperate? Cough cough cough..."
"No." She said simply, "To be with you, I don't want anything."
Ximen Longting stared at her deeply, his eyes seemed to be able to swallow her soul.
Jing Jiaren stroked his face: "Don't frown."
"..."
"Ximen Longting, I want to be your bride. I want to marry you."
She took out the mobile phone and shook it, "There is a wedding march song in it, shall we listen to it together?"
Ximen Longting took a deep breath, and the firelight danced, outlining a dark dividing line on his profile.
"Miss Jing, do you want this man to become your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him? No matter in sickness or in health, life or death, love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and always be loyal to him until the end of your life?"
"
Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting with clear eyes and said these words.
After a pause, he agreed again: "I am willing."
"Mr. Simon, do you want this woman to be your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? No matter in sickness or in health, life or death, love her, take care of her, respect her, accept her, and be loyal to her until the end of your life?"
"
The wildly dancing flames were so hot that they seemed ready to engulf them at any time and turn them into ashes.
"Ximen Longting, speak?"
She grabbed the corner of his clothes and tugged.
Ximen Longting's eyes were always so deep, and his face was so pale that he looked like a descendant of a vampire noble.
But his eyes were particularly bright, looking very energetic, as if they were reflecting back on the light.
"I ask again, Mr. Simon, do you want this woman to become your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? No matter..."
"willing."
Ximen Longting interrupted in a deep voice.
Jing Jiaren's throat was choked and she stared at her.
"I am willing," Ximen Longting reiterated, "I am willing! Jing Jiaren, I will always be willing!"
Jing Jiaren smiled, a very happy smile, her long eyelashes stained with tears. She raised her hand and took off the ruby ring on it: "This is the ring you gave me, I have always worn it."
"..."
"Now, will you put it on me again?"
A smile finally appeared in Ximen Longting's eyes, as if he was relieved.
He held her hand and was about to kneel down on one knee, but Jing Jiaren knelt down before him: "You stand, I kneel. We have to be different from others."
Ximen Longting squeezed her hand.
Jing Jiaren raised her head slightly and said, "Put it on for me."
Ximen Longting squeezed her hand tightly, holding the ring and about to put it into her finger.
"sorry."
"..."
"If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened."
The fire intensified and burned fiercely. Ximen Longting coughed heavily. His fingers had no strength, and all his strength was used up just standing. With this cough, the ring suddenly fell out of his hand and rolled away.
…
This seems to be some kind of ominous omen.
Jing Jiaren's eyes narrowed, and she subconsciously ran after the ring: "Don't run!"
The ring rolled all the way towards the wooden bed, and the entire bed turned into a sea of fire.