"Is the condition serious? The doctor will be here soon. Lintian will bear with you."
"I'm very good."
Leng Lintian smiled strangely, opened his eyes, and stroked her hair with his hand: "Beauty, I gave up on you first, no one else is to blame."
"What?"
"If you want to hate, just hate me."
It was he who created her and destroyed her. It was all him.
"I won't hate you, Lintian... No matter what you do to me, I won't hate you." She smiled until her eyes were shining, "I like you. I like you the most."
Leng Lintian felt a dull pain in his chest.
He thought he had no feelings for her and just regarded her as Jing Jiaren's substitute——
However, three months of close contact made him accustomed to her existence.
Although I will never fall in love with anyone again in this life.
Sometimes emotions have nothing to do with love——
Even a dog will develop feelings if you keep it with you for several months.
What's more, this is the woman whom he regards as Jing Jiaren's substitute and whom he spends time with. Everything about her is the same as Jing Jiaren. In a sense, she is the epitome of Jing Jiaren.
Part of her, her alter ego...
At this point, Leng Lintian found himself reluctant to let go.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly pushed open unceremoniously. Ximen Longting put one hand in his pocket and stood coldly at the door like a Rakshasa King, approaching step by step.
"How about it, do you want the scene of life and death to be made more sensational?"
Not seeing the scene of tears, Ximen Longting clicked his tongue to express his slight disappointment.
Leng Lintian's purple lips pursed, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.
"Counterfeit," Ximen Longting said to Leng Jiaren, "Today is the last supper, enjoy your richness."
Leng Jiaren frowned and saw the servant pushing the dining cart in...
All the dishes were ordered by Jing Jiaren herself, and she stood in the kitchen to supervise the chef's cooking.
It's probably because I feel guilty, and I feel a little intolerable.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Looking at the fool you look like, do you think you don't even understand the Last Supper?"
"……What?"
"You're going to die."
He spoke coldly, as if he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of the ants struggling before death.
Seeing that Leng Jiaren didn't react, he emphasized: "Do you know what death means? You don't know how to look up the Chinese dictionary!"
die--
Of course Leng Jiaren understands, she has acted in so many TV shows.
Death means sleeping for a long time, unable to breathe, being buried in the soil, and passing away forever.
"Am I... going to be buried in the soil?" Leng Jiaren asked, raising her long eyelashes.
Leng Lintian's body suddenly shook heavily and he couldn't make a sound.
"I will reward you with your whole body and a nice cemetery." Ximen Longting said in an extraordinarily gracious manner.
Leng Jiaren was very calm, but asked doubtfully: "What about Lintian after I die?"
"..."
"Will you visit me often?"
Leng Lintian's metal hand slowly clenched his fist, and veins appeared on his neck.
"Don't worry, he will accompany you sooner or later." Ximen Longting looked down from a high position, his eyes full of compassion for her.
Leng Lintian ignored Ximen Longting's presence and asked in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Well... if I die, he will let you go." Leng Jiaren said with a smile, "I don't like you lying in bed, I don't like you being sick... I don't like you coughing after saying a few words, and I don't like you coughing after saying a few words.
Vomiting blood. I don’t like it even more... you frown and are so unhappy."