There was gauze on the back of Jing Jiaren's hand, and an infusion bag hung beside the bed. She touched her forehead, which felt a little hot.
"Ximen Longting..."
When she opened her mouth to speak, only a vague rustling sound was heard.
Her throat was extremely painful, as if there was a walnut stuck in her throat. She was rolling even when she spoke, and her throat seemed to be bleeding from the coughing.
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes with difficulty. It hurt and she was speechless.
Her brain was so swollen and painful that when she thought of the scene before being rescued, she seemed to have seen Leng Lintian...
And on the bridge, she seemed to see another version of herself.
It's like a bizarre phantom, like a dream.
In a strange environment, Jing Jiaren felt somewhat uneasy. She didn't know whether Ximen Longting's plan had succeeded or whether Wang Yingying had caught them. Could this be Wang Yingying's territory?
She pulled out the needle and got out of bed, and it was difficult to move her body.
When I got out of bed, I bumped into the bedside table, and a Zakka dark green photo frame fell on the floor.
The photo was facing upwards, with an oval hollow circle rimmed with gold. In the photo was a woman with long, curly hair. Her eyes were full of aura, as if she could talk, and there was a smile in the corners of her eyes.
Isn't this her?
Jing Jiaren clutched the photo, and all her memories were restored. When had such a photo been taken? Why didn't she know?
Jing Jiaren raised her head in horror and glanced around the room...
The furniture is all mahogany, but the curtains are all dark green and the sofa is dark blue, which is Jing Jiaren's favorite style.
Not complicated and heavy to the point of being breathless, not luxurious but absolutely elegant, fresh and fresh with the smell of the forest.
The oil paintings hanging on the walls are not heavy either, they are all flowers and landscapes.
Jing Jiaren's eyes finally fell on the bedside. There were about 6 portraits arranged in an orderly manner, all of which were portraits——
It's hers.
The woman in the painting is wearing a long skirt. The simple skirt design only has a strap tied at the back, and her hands are wearing slender lace gloves.
Sweet and spiritual.
There is less of the coldness in Jing Jiaren's body, and she looks more friendly and more childish.
More like Jing Jiaren when she was a girl.
She frowned and was extremely surprised. Could it be that the artist was drawing out of thin air?
That's not right, the painter has never seen her...
It was drawn by Leng Lintian. Did she really see him?
Just as Jing Jiaren was concentrating, the door had been opened, and Aunt Pan walked in. She saw her standing under the bed in a thin nightgown and pulled out the needle, so she immediately urged her to go back to bed.
Jing Jiaren's voice was hoarse and she couldn't even make a sound when she opened her mouth to ask questions. She was pressing her throat in pain.
Instead of forcing out a sound, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
It was dried blood, with a black color... like someone vomiting due to strong anger.
Jing Jiaren was not so scared when she saw the color of blood...
If it is blood, it means it was spit out from the internal organs!
Aunt Pan took one look and was frightened: "Miss Jiaren, you are so willful... Lie down quickly, I will call the doctor to come over and take a look at you right away."
Aunt Pan was a very strong middle-aged woman with a very broad build. She pushed Jing Jiaren hard on the bed, but she was too tired and had no strength to struggle, so she had to lie down.
Seeing Aunt Pan's fat body, she picked up the receiver and dialed the intercom to call the doctor.
Jing Jiaren had so many questions to ask, but she couldn't say a single word. She was really suffocating!
She gestured several times to ask Aunt Pan to give her a pen and paper, but was ignored... She was so anxious that she wanted to vomit blood!
Ximen Longting, why didn’t I see you when I woke up?