A room as big as a palace, surrounded by knights in armor standing stiffly.
There are such knights everywhere in this castle. Jing Jiaren saw many of them along the way and it was not uncommon to see them.
"Chirp..."
In front of the painted window, a big white bird with golden feathers on its head stood in a birdcage with a long tail.
The golden birdcage is wrapped with vines and decorated with colorful gems on the top.
A figure stood by the window.
Jing Jiaren was startled, but soon she became happy.
"Ximen Longting!"
The man stood beside the bed, tall and tall, wearing a blue dress with gold trim and dark flowers, which looked like the attire of a prince from the last century.
"What are you doing, where is this place? What happened?"
She ran to him and hugged him.
The figure suddenly froze!
"Ximen Longting, do you know how worried I am about you?" Jing Jiaren held him tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable, "I heard that Sun was arrested, and I thought something happened to you too."
"..."
"No matter what happens, didn't we agree that we are a family?"
Jing Jiaren squeezed him nervously: "Why don't you speak? You speak?"
The figure came back, with a haughty chin and bright red eyes.
The eyes looked like blood, but they were extremely indifferent and empty, so enchanting that it was thrilling.
Jing Jiaren looked at him...
This expressionless man obviously looks exactly like Ximen Long Ting, but his aura is completely different.
It seemed that the person standing in front of me was someone else who looked the same.
Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at him in disbelief: "Ximen Longting!?"
"..."
"Husband Ximen?"
"..."
"Ximen is domineering!"
Ximen Fenglie squinted his narrow eyes, his long eyelashes were winding, and the color in his eyes was like dizzy blood.
Ximen Fenglie just looked at her with a more severe gaze... He knew that she had lost her memory, but he didn't expect that she would lose her memory to the point of admitting the wrong person.
"Have you also lost your memory?" Jing Jiaren's heart felt a little cold, why did Ximen Longting's expression and eyes change, and he looked at her with such a strange look.
She felt creepy all over her body...
"Ximen Longting, we're not going to play anymore, you really don't want to scare me." Jing Jia became anxious, stood on tiptoes, and was about to kiss him on the lips...
Ximen Fenglie's vision narrowed and he pushed with his big hand. Jing Jiaren couldn't stand still, took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
The bird fluttered in the cage and tilted its head curiously to look at the fallen Jing Jiaren.
The light from the window is refracted by the fog, making it particularly misty and uncertain.
Ximen Fenglie stood against the light, his handsome face sunk in the shadows, with a heavy sense of sinisterness.
Jing Jiaren sat on the ground and looked at him in surprise...
Has she ever thought about whether this is a fake Ximen Longting, who is wearing the human skin mask?
However, Ximen Longting said that human skin masks are worn on the basis of human facial bones and can be similar, but the details are very different.
The bridge of his nose, lips, eyes, and especially the aristocratic red pupils of the man in front of him were all as fine as sculptures.
Height, shoulder width, temperament, everything looks exactly the same as Ximen Longting.
It can't be fake.
Ximen Fenglie walked to the table and sat down. He wore a blood-red gemstone ring on his thumb and tapped it on the armrest of the chair.
Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on his fingers...
The ring that I never wanted to take off was gone.