He narrowed his eyes, "I can tolerate your sympathy for anyone...but him..."
Jing Jiaren squeezed her hands tightly, digging her nails into her palms.
"He doesn't deserve my sympathy and forgiveness!"
It was obviously just red wine, but he seemed drunk.
Her crimson eyes seemed to be stained with extreme drunkenness, staring at him fiercely: "He doesn't deserve it."
"..."
"Jing Jiaren, did you hear that? He doesn't deserve it!"
Jing Jiaren got up from her seat, walked over to him, sat on his lap, and patted his shoulders lovingly.
"Ximen Longting, I know, I know...don't feel bad...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up things that make you uncomfortable..."
He obviously hasn't let go yet and still has the strongest hatred and resentment towards Mr. Ximen!
There was no scab on his wound at all...
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so... intense and in pain right now.
Jing Jiaren patted his back gently, her heart was throbbing in pain all the time.
"I'm sorry, did my reaction make you uncomfortable?"
"..."
"I'm sorry, I always stand in other people's shoes... This time, I actually stood in Master Ximen's position to explain to him. Why didn't I stand in your position and think for you?"
Whatever difficulties Mr. Ximen has, it is all his business...
What about Ximen Longting? He was born innocently and became a victim of the love and hatred between adults.
Is it because he is Fanny's son that he should bear all this?
Why should he bear it?
"He doesn't deserve your forgiveness... He has never done anything for you." The anger in Jing Jia's heart also increased, "He is not worthy of being a father at all."
Ximen Longting raised his hand and pressed his aching temple...
He is too tired.
He had tried his best to suppress those dusty past events deep in his heart, but now with a slight flick of his finger, they all burst out.
His childhood experience was like a monster biting his foot and he couldn't shake it off.
"Heh." He curled his lips coldly, "One day, I will definitely kill him with my own hands... No one can stop me."
The night wind blew rustlingly, and his voice was carried away.
A pair of evil eyes filled with hatred, full of hatred——
"No one can stop me."
As soon as they finished speaking, the table beside them suddenly shook, and the dinner they were enjoying suddenly fell down.
The candle cup fell messily on the sand...
A gust of wind.
Jing Jiaren raised her head, but before she could react, several large tents were blown away.
In the night, a high sea wall was thrown up and moved from far to near at a very fast speed...
Typhoons are tropical cyclones that develop due to differences in air pressure. The origin must be at sea, but after landing on land, the typhoon is still a typhoon, but it gradually weakens.
The house leaked and it rained all night.
Will the home they finally built here be destroyed?
Ximen Longting immediately grabbed Jing Jiaren's arm: "Let's go back to the car!"
There is still some gasoline in the car, which they usually don't drive through, just in case of emergency.
"Are we leaving? But where are the food and water..."
Everything they finally built, a romantic little home.
Ximen Longting picked up Jing Jiaren and ran to the car in three steps, opened the door and stuffed her in.