A cruel smile appeared on Leng Lintian's lips. He knew a secret that no one else knew.
This time he went to the tomb to verify whether his secret was true or not!
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Orange beaches merge with sea blue, and arched villas stand between the islands.
The sun is shining down, there is a very wide terrace, wooden vertical pattern floor...
Rose flowers with very high branches, layer upon layer, blood-red color, drifting petal by petal in the sea breeze.
Beside the beach, a black grand piano has its legs sunk in the sand, and a woman is sitting on a dark red sofa with a backrest, playing the piano.
Wow, wow.
The sea blue waves rise and fall, and the woman is sitting on the piano stool, playing beautifully.
The glistening white side face was gentle, as if it were otherworldly.
Ximen Longting stood on the floor of the terrace and frowned.
pain……
His whole body was screaming in pain, and his feet stepped on the wooden floor, as if there were thorns under his feet.
【Jing Jiaren...】
This island was the place where he and Jing Jiaren met for the first time.
That black piano is where Jing Jiaren spent her first night.
The chain was clasped around her neck and wrist, and the diamond-encrusted chain fell to the ground, shining together with the shell.
Ximen Longting stepped on the thorns and walked down the stairs: [Jing Jiaren!]
Jing Jiaren played the music vividly, as if she couldn't hear anything. The tide suddenly turned into a big wave, lifting a high wall and coming towards her. Jing Jiaren finally had a noble figure from behind, playing seriously.
Until the tide swept over and almost drowned her.
【daddy......】
The little girl wore a blood-red tutu, white stockings with lace edges, and small black leather shoes.
A doll-like face, with a vague resemblance to Jing Jiaren.
The little girl sits on the piano, swinging her legs and holding a doll in one hand.
Ximen Longting's heart hurt violently.
As the tide rolled down, Jing Jiaren was wrapped in chains, holding the little girl and standing on the tide: [Ximen Longting, my daughter and I are waiting for you to come home.]
【……】
【Ximen Longting, please come back. Please.】
【Jing Jiaren, don’t leave.】
The tide formed a whirlpool, and Jing Jiaren hugged Ximen Qingxin and sat on the black piano, slowly sinking in the swirling whirlpool.
Ximen Longting's feet stepped on more thorns, and his whole body seemed to be covered with thorns...
pain.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up, let alone rush to them, and could only watch them leave.
"ah……"
"ah----------"
Ximen Longting roared in pain, his whole body was stabbed with thousands of arrows piercing his heart, and he was sweating to make up for it.
When he opened his eyes, his face was extremely pale, and his tall body was curled up in a cold and dark place, full of pain.
A windproof kerosene lamp sat on the ground, its small flame dim.
Ximen Longting was trembling in pain. In the darkness, he saw Leng Lintian sitting next to him across a kerosene lamp.
Only then did I realize that it was just a dream.
Leng Lintian held a tube of syringe in his hand and was injecting medicine into the syringe.
Ximen Longting suppressed the severe pain that surged through his body: "What are you doing!?"
"You have been poisoned in many places, I will give you injections."
"What kind of injection?" Ximen Longting said in a hoarse voice, "I asked you what kind of injection!?"
He cannot die, Jing Jia and Xiao Jia are waiting for her.