Put the scorpion and the jar of biscuits into the safe.
Next to the cookie jar, there is the card without any congratulatory words.
Ximen Longting pressed the door of the safe and smiled softly.
What love videos, confession recordings... and intimate photos of Jing Jiaren and Leng Lintian.
He pretended not to know anything.
He no longer cares about who she loves, or whether she will never love him! As long as she is alive and by his side, that is enough!
Listening to the recording in Scorpion only made him angry and embarrassed. He even wanted to wash it off and force Jing Jiaren to record a confession to him.
But what’s the point of this self-deception?
From then on, he loved her without asking for her response and had nothing to do with her.
"Master," Wilson knocked on the door hurriedly, "Miss Jing's fever seems to have gotten worse."
Ximen Longting's face turned cold and he returned to the bed.
Several doctors examined Jing Jiaren and found that her high fever not only showed no signs of improvement, but also gradually became higher.
There is a limit to the human body's endurance. Once the fever is too high, death will occur when it reaches the critical point...
Ximen Longting grabbed the two doctors away, picked up the thermometer and looked at it, and began to panic.
"Save her—!"
"It was her will to live...she gave up on herself and wanted to die..."
The doctor was so frightened by Ximen Longting's eyes that he shrank.
"What is the duty of a doctor? Why should he be a doctor if he can't save a single patient?"
Ximen Longting flipped his palm, and the gun on Wilson's chest disappeared.
The bullet hole was lowered on the doctor's forehead, pushing all the way down. The doctor was so frightened that he knelt down.
"We've done everything we can, unless..."
"explain!?"
"There is a medicine that can reduce fever very quickly, but the medicine is very strong. She is so weak that she is afraid that she will not be able to bear it. If she can hold on, she will survive. If she cannot hold on..."
"how?"
"He will die."
The word death once again expanded in Ximen Longting's mind.
The oppressive and lifeless atmosphere dispersed in the space.
He rose up and kicked the doctor in the stomach. The doctor completely knelt on the ground, curled up in pain.
Jing Jiaren had a long dream, dreaming that time traveled, and Leng Aofeng took her to the square to feed the pigeons for the first time. Countless whites flapped their wings in front of her and flew into the sky...
She looked at the sky and saw all the doves flying into the clouds and being enveloped by the holy light.
She felt that her body began to become lighter, and she was about to turn into a dove and fly into the clouds.
She clearly knew that if she left now, she would never come back.
Leng Aofeng's eyes were sad and he grabbed her hand: "Don't leave."
Jing Jiaren's feet had already left the ground and were floating up. A huge pulling force attracted her.
The time came when she had to go.
But suddenly another force pulled her.
Jing Jiaren saw Ximen Longting holding her left hand, and his red pupils contained a cold light that broke her heart.
【Jing Jiaren, you dare to leave!】
…
"Cough cough cough..."
Jing Jiaren raised her eyelashes, and a suppressed cough woke her up——
My throat is unbearably dry, like a traveler who has lost too much water in the desert.
All the bones in her body were in great pain, especially her chest, which seemed to be cracking.
A golden shimmer shone into her eyes.
It's the sunlight coming in from the window...
Is she dead? It's great. But why is her body still so heavy?
Why is there still that gloomy and cold iceberg face in heaven, staring at her constantly?