Leng Lintian tightened his hands on the bandage, wondering what tricks Jing Jiaren wanted to play.
Do you think that by painting his portrait, you can offset all the harm in the past, please him, and let him let her go?
The purple lips pursed slightly.
Leng Lintian made a loud noise and tore open the canvas...
The last glimmer of light came in through the window, making the whole room feel groggy.
The side of the canvas is facing the window, and there is only a faint layer of light, but you can still roughly see the outline and brushstrokes on the painting.
Leng Lintian's pupils shrank as he looked at himself in the painting.
Diamond earrings, bracelets, rings...
Including the six-pointed star medal he pinned on his chest.
At that moment, an inexplicable emotion hit his heart.
How could he not recognize this dress? He had been choosing this dress for a long time.
Leng Lintian slowly raised his hand to touch the words.
As soon as his fingers touched the drawing paper, some gray touched his fingers, and he took several steps back as if he was electrocuted.
"Jing Jiaren, what is this!"
He shouted solemnly, "Aren't I so miserable in your eyes? Then why do you still remember me so clearly!?"
Unless his appearance is deeply imprinted in my mind...
There is no way to draw so vividly without seeing people.
Unless you close your eyes, you can see Leng Lintian's appearance!
The man in the painting has a smile in his eyes, a calm face with a touch of evil, and he looks like he wants to step out of his life.
Leng Lintian made a lot of noise, knocking down chairs and sending paintbrushes flying everywhere.
His black eyes slowly turned scarlet.
"Why--!?"
Why do you do this? What is the significance of painting this painting?
In the darkening night, his figure was completely shrouded in darkness together with the portrait.
The body was stiff and motionless.
Jing Jiaren, it turns out you remember everything? It turns out you noticed me...
It turns out that in your eyes, I am like this... I have also been alive.
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The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen.
A pot of soup is simmering, making a gurgling sound.
Jing Jiaren insisted on doing it herself. Wearing waterproof gloves can prevent the wound from touching water. However, if the wound touches the gloves, she will still feel pain when working hard.
She remembered that when she was in the small town of Vinal, she made food for Ximen Longting, and Leng Lintian was lying on the bed hungry and watching.
At that time, Leng Lintian really wanted to eat the food she made by herself.
He also said that if she could help him wash his hair...
He was willing to die.
Jing Jiaren didn't agree to such a small request.
He really didn't ask for too much. It was because she had always had strong prejudices. If she couldn't be a lover, she didn't have to erase everything about him.
"Aunt Pan, does Leng Lintian usually eat coriander?"
"Eat."
"Then what taboos does he have?"
"The young master isn't very picky...but he can't get used to spicy food, so don't make it too light, just moderate."
"I understand. Since there are no dietary restrictions, I can freely express myself." Jing Jiaren prepared all the ingredients, opened the lid of the pot, and smelled the aroma.
The food cooked was exactly the same meal that was cooked for Ximen Longting before but Leng Lintian did not eat!
Each dish is complete and has more ingredients...
Aunt Pan was doing something on the side, and it was strange that Jing Jiaren suddenly figured it out when she woke up today, and took the initiative to ask for this or that.
And she always maintained a faint smile on her face.