No one cares about her life or death—except Shang Yanxuan.
After meeting Shang Yanxuan, he gave her all the love. He was like a father, an elder brother, and the closest friend.
He was the one who made her laugh and move her when she needed company the most. He was also the one who made her laugh and move her.
She once thought they would live like this for the rest of their lives, but -
Suddenly, moisture wetted her eyelashes, and she murmured something uncomfortably, grabbing at the air with her hands.
A warm big hand grasped her, so strong and broad.
"Shang Yanxuan, why are you doing this to me?"
Ximen Longting frowned and was about to pull his hand away.
Jing Jiaren held on to him tightly: "Yanxuan, don't leave me..."
The palm was so tight that it hurt to hold her hand.
Jing Jiaren felt that the bones in her hand were about to be crushed, but she still couldn't bear to let go.
She once said to Shang Yanxuan:
[Either don’t start, and once you start, don’t tell me it’s over easily.]
【I can only love one person in my life. Don’t exhaust my love and abandon me again.】
She has always been insecure, very sensitive and lonely, and her usual toughness is just an act.
Wrap your heart tightly like a cabbage, don’t trust or accept the people around you, and your defense will only hurt you.
However, she also said:
[If one day you really change your heart and don’t love me anymore, then you have to tell me. I don’t want to be the last person to know. Don’t worry, I will never pester you and I will disappear from your world.]
More tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
She cried sadly in her dream. This was completely different from the usual Jing Jiaren. She curled up like a fragile child.
I will never love again... I will never love anyone...
Including you, Shang Yanxuan...
Ximen Longting's eyes were extremely complicated, with both soaring anger and suppressed patience on his face.
It was as if fire and ice were dueling in his heart.
The burning fire of jealousy was about to scorch him. He almost wanted to abandon this woman immediately and pull out all the men whose name was homophonic to "Shang Yanxuan" and shoot them.
Jing Jiaren held his hand and refused to let him go.
When she "needs him" the most, he can't leave, even if she admits he is wrong...
Leng Ao's face turned sideways: "Have everyone been arrested?"
Wilson replied: "There are still a few who are not in City B for various reasons such as studying abroad. We have sent people abroad to arrest them. It may take some time."
"Send the ones you caught first."
"Now?"
"immediately!"
Wilson received the order and called his men.
Ximen Longting looked at Jing Huatian again, his dagger-like gaze frightened Jing Huatian to take several steps back: "He planted the flowers in the back garden. Does that prove that he has been to Jing's house before?"
Jing Huatian's forehead was sweating: "Uh... yes."
"Have you met him?"
"……Yes."
"I've seen it too," Jing Meilin cheered up and interjected, "My father doesn't have many opportunities to go home because he's busy with work, so he might not have much of an impression after seeing him. I've seen him the most times. If I see him again,
If so, you can definitely recognize it at a glance."
The redness in Ximen Longting's eyes was like thick ink splashed with blood, seeping in and out little by little:
"If you admit your mistake, do you know the consequences?"
A gust of wind passed by, causing the branches outside the window to sway violently.
Jing Meilin suddenly felt that Ximen Longting's eyes had never been more horrifying——