"If you want to ask anything, just say it. Don't hold it in your heart. I hate it when you think about it."
"First touch your heart and swear that you have never lied to me."
Ximen Longting was about to return to Jing Jiaren. Wilson, who was guarding the door, coughed: "Young Master."
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Come back and talk."
The bedroom door closed and he left.
Jing Jiaren sat there blankly, and soon she collected her thoughts. It would be best if he left. If he stayed for a few more minutes, she might not be able to help questioning him.
The cell phone rang again.
This time it was Jing Jiaren's cell phone that rang...
Originally, the phone had been hanging on her wrist, but when Ximen Longting tied her wrists last night, the phone was ripped off.
Jing Jiaren found her cell phone under the bed, and it was a call from Wen Xinnuan.
"Beauty, are you awake? My father found the book of poems and the photos and has already sent them over."
Jing Jiaren nodded: "I'm awake, I'll go there now."
She got out of bed naked and looked at the band-aid on her wrist...
She carved the wound on her wrist. Yesterday, he just tied this place with a tie, so that the band-aid would not get wet and fall off when he took a shower.
Later, her hands were never loosened.
He probably loosened it for her when he woke up in the morning and didn't notice that much.
If he was discovered, he would be furious.
He doesn't feel sorry for her, but treats her as his belongings and doesn't allow her to destroy her, right?
Jing Jiaren laughed dumbly.
The wound was strangled all night. How painful was it?
But she didn't say a word, as if she was deliberately tasting the pain and wanted to keep her brain awake at all times.
She casually picked up a piece of clothing and put it on, and left quickly, planning to go to the warm guest room to wash up.
###########################
The photo slowly came out of the printer.
Jing Jiaren looked pale and looked at the computer screen...
In the photo, Mama Jing is wearing a European-style palace dress, with a lace veil on her head, hanging down, long and touching the floor, sitting on a toffee chair, with a serene and charming smile on her face...
Lace long-sleeved gloves from the same series as the veil, holding the man next to you.
The man rested his hands on his knees, wore an orthodox men's palace attire with gold threads, and sat with splayed legs, full of majestic and domineering aura.
A pair of red eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, burning the entire scene.
With destructive fanaticism and arrogant nobility...
And a vicious murderous aura that cannot be ignored.
Wen Xinnuan leaned next to him and said, "He's handsome, isn't he? ... He looks really similar to the one in your family. I remembered it correctly. But now it seems that they are definitely not the same person. First of all, the age of the photo is wrong.
Yes, and their hair colors are also different."
Jing Jiaren mechanically picked up the printed photo.
Wen Xinnuan added: "But it's so similar, isn't it a coincidence? Is there some kind of kinship relationship?"
"..."
"Wow, it's just like acting in a TV series. It's so romantic!" Wen Xinnuan looked forward with admiration and began to think automatically, "They fell in love in the last era, but they couldn't be together because of family rivalry. They beat each other hard. I didn't expect their relationship.
The children actually met and fell in love, continuing the love of the previous generation. How small is the chance that you have met them too!"
"Do you think there is such a chance of a coincidence?"