She repeated this several times until a deep voice sounded behind her:
"If you like it so much, keep it. Why are you picking it up?"
Jing Jiaren turned around happily: "Ximen Longting, you are back."
The long hem of the dress was cushioned on the floor, and all the clothes were placed inside...
Ximen Longting threw down his tool bag, squatted beside her, and quickly tied up the hem of her skirt into a big bundle.
Some of the things she threw out were also put back, and they were all packed together.
"It's too much, you can't carry it."
"Whether I can carry it or not is my business, you don't have to worry about it." Ximen Longting's lips became much paler again, and he threw the baggage onto his shoulder.
His entire tall body stooped a little, and he was a little hunched over.
"I said it very seriously, let's make two trips... Will you move again tomorrow?"
"We have things to move tomorrow. How can we put off today's work until tomorrow?" Ximen Longting tied the baggage tightly to his body.
He still had a lot of things to do, but his body was getting weaker and weaker.
He could easily carry this bag of things back.
"Ximen Longting, compared with you, these things are all insignificant burdens."
"..."
"Only you are the most important!" Jing Jiaren said loudly, "I don't want to make you tired and sick."
Ximen Longting's body was slightly stiff and he said in a low voice: "I won't get sick from fatigue!"
**oss was very insistent, but Jing Jiaren couldn't persuade her, so she had no choice but to suggest getting the tool kit.
Ximen Longting did not hold Jing Jiaren's hand as usual, but asked her to hold the corner of his clothes.
A pair of badly injured hands were wrapped in cloth and stained with blood.
He avoided it so that she wouldn't notice.
Although Jing Jiaren was surprised, she didn't think much about it. Ximen Longting was not in high spirits and said nothing along the way. He would only occasionally remind her to step on the red line and not to jump over it.
Maybe he was too tired.
Are you so tired that you don’t even want to say a word...
After walking for half an hour, Ximen Longting's footsteps were more solemn than hers, and every step was heavy.
His steps were shaky several times, and he almost stumbled and fell forward.
Grit your teeth and keep moving forward.
He cannot fall. He is her big tree. If he falls, what will she do?
Jing Jiaren was not very light when carrying the tool bag. She looked at the road carefully without even taking care of herself.
Holding the hem of Ximen Longting's clothes and walking behind him, Jing Jiaren couldn't see his pale and papery expression.
When I finally got home, Ximen Longting was not the only one who collapsed from exhaustion. Jing Jiaren fell on the tire, and her limbs were screaming in pain.
It was too much for her to walk for half an hour just carrying such a light tool bag.
How tired should Ximen Longting be on a normal day?
Ximen Longting had just thrown the baggage to the ground, as if he had finally completed a long and long task, and his whole vision went dark.
The sound of a figure suddenly falling on the beach.
Jing Jiaren looked shocked——
Ximen Longting fell there motionless, his face buried in the sand. Jing Jiaren was so frightened that she knelt beside him and struggled to lift his body, so frightened that her heart almost dropped.
"Ximen Longting, don't scare me!"
"Ximen Longting, this kind of game is not fun at all..."
With all her strength, she could only hold up his head and put it on her knees. She saw his livid face and faint traces of blood on his forehead.
Jing Jiaren carefully pushed aside his bangs, and then discovered that there was a big cut on his forehead...
It must have been broken by his head falling to the ground when he suddenly fainted.