Uncle, don't overdo it

"What do you have in this king's hands?" Ximen Jingxuan didn't understand for a while.

"Just take your things with you." Lin Xiner said unhurriedly.

"This is what you're talking about?" Ximen Jingxuan suddenly pulled out a bunch of cloth shirts from his bosom.

It was the blood book written with the blood of fingertips in the cave of the skull in Qixing Mountain that day.

"Yes, those memories belong to you and me, so you don't need to be remembered by the prince anymore." Lin Xiner said.

A voice without any emotion, just like Ximen Jingxuan no longer remembers this feeling.

"You don't want this king to remember it?" Ximen Jingxuan held the ball of cloth shirt, if it is not precious enough, it is a ball of dirty and tattered clothes.

"Is it necessary for me to let my enemy's son remember this love? You have forgotten it now, just right." Lin Xiner's lips curled up slightly, a deliberate sarcasm towards Ximen Jingxuan.

Now, she wants to be a heartless person, to force Ximen Jingxuan to let go of this relationship, and let him only have one thought in his mind, even if that kind of thought is something she doesn't want to see or hear, for him... ...For Ximen Jingxuan...I don't want him to keep embarrassing himself, so that his mind becomes confused and he goes crazy.

Before there is an antidote to the poison of infatuation, she wants Ximen Jingxuan to give up on her completely.

"Yes, this king is your enemy, no matter your background or the background of Shuiyue Palace, this king and you should be irreconcilable." Ximen Jingxuan secretly squeezed his hand holding the shirt.

He has been secretly emphasizing that what he wants to remember is worthless in front of the grievances of the previous generation.

but--

He really didn't expect that Lin Xiner would be so decisive to take back this blood book. Without the reminder of this blood book, the distance between him and her would quickly go away. Is this really what Lin Xiner wanted?

Just as Ximen Jingxuan was thinking, Lin Xiner's hand had already moved forward.

Ximen Jingxuan dodged away, but Lin Xiner just brushed a corner of the shirt with her fingertips.

Repelling, Lin Xiner touched the candlestick on the table, her heart was hardened, and when she made another move, she had already pulled the candle out of the candlestick.

Regardless of the burning of the wax, Lin Xiner threw the candle in her palm to the ball of cloth shirt in Ximen Jingxuan's hand.

Ximen Jingxuan hid again, not wanting Lin Xiner to make a fake move. When he got out of the way, the candle really flew towards him.

Ximen Jingxuan slashed at the candle with his palm.

The candle goes out.

It was pitch black inside.

The moment the candle was extinguished, Lin Xiner hurried to Ximen Jingxuan.

Ximen Jingxuan didn't take back the palm that Ximen Jingxuan swung, Lin Xiner leaned against his side and swiped, one hand pressed against it, and the other accurately grabbed the shirt.

With a thud, the cloth shirt split into two in the darkness.

Lin Xiner didn't expect to burn the cloth shirt with a candle, she just needed to borrow a candle to distract Ximen Jingxuan's attention a little, and she could only distract a little.

The half of the cloth shirt that was in her hand was crushed to pieces instantly by Lin Xiner's internal force.

In the darkness, the atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

Sensing that Lin Xiner had no plans to make another move for the time being, Ximen Jingxuan followed his familiarity, took out a new candle from the desk drawer in the dark, and lit it.

When he saw the rags of cloth all over the floor, he was secretly startled.

It was beyond his expectation that Lin Xiner destroyed half of the blood book so thoroughly.

To be honest, when Lin Xiner asked him for this item, he still had some thoughts that Lin Xiner was just putting on a show.

Whether he is dealing with Wu Mei or Lin Xiner, he is very cautious in his judgments, and he dare not trust anyone completely.

Hiss—

Ximen Jingxuan obviously didn't make a sound, but seeing his expression, Lin Xiner seemed to hear his pain.

Ximen Jingxuan frowned slightly without a trace.

Lin Xiner thought that something was wrong with him.

He is not someone who can show it easily, but as long as he shows it, he can't help it.

Lin Xiner wanted to go forward and ask for concern, but she gritted her teeth and did not move.

Ximen Jingxuan stretched his brows and looked at Lin Xiner.

Lin Xiner could notice his discomfort, and the subtle changes on Lin Xiner's face could also fall into Ximen Jingxuan's eyes.

The two were silent for a while, and looked at each other silently across the distance of a desk.

"Do you still want this piece of cloth?" Ximen Jingxuan broke the silence first, shaking the half piece of shirt in his hand.

Cloth, in his eyes, that blood book became a rag.

"Yes." Lin Xiner said resolutely.

Even if her heart was crying quietly following the debris all over the floor.

Lin Xiner looked at Ximen Jingxuan, watched him raise the half piece of broken shirt in his hand, floating above the candlelight, the corner of the clothes touched the flame, ignited, and burned all the way up until it was close to his hand.

In the end, seeing Ximen Jingxuan throwing the almost burnt clothes on the ground, the red light disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Gone, the last nostalgia is gone.

Lin Xiner looked at Ximen Jingxuan and smiled, that smile was so knowing.

He doesn't need to memorize this content anymore, he doesn't need to be reminded all the time, he can just leave his thoughts.This is the cause of the strange disease that Liu Fusheng said, and she solved it.

Lin Xiner's performance made it even more difficult for Ximen Jingxuan to judge, and he fell into more conflicts, which made him even more headache.

Hiss—

Lin Xiner seemed to hear Ximen Jingxuan's pain again.

After flicking the faint ashes on his body, Ximen Jingxuan sat on a chair, rested his forehead, propped his elbows on the desk, avoided Lin Xiner's sight, and adjusted his breath secretly.

"Are you okay?" Lin Xiner wanted to get closer to ask, but she couldn't speak out after all.

"I've got the things. That's all for today. From now on, it's up to God." As the words came to her lips, Lin Xiner changed into a cold tone.

"Okay, it depends on God's will." Ximen Jingxuan repeated.

With her head down, Lin Xiner didn't see the sweat on his face, nor did she see the trembling of his hand hidden in his sleeve.

Lin Xiner took advantage of Ximen Jingxuan's lowered head, gave him a deep look, turned around, and left quickly.

The hurried steps show how determined she is, but the hurried steps can also show how much she wants to escape quickly.

She thought, if she stays a little longer, Ximen Jingxuan will leave because of his constant conflicts, and when he wakes up after this night, there is nothing to remind him, and he will gradually forget what was written in the blood book content.

Jingxuan, I won't make things difficult for you, and I won't let you drive yourself into a demon.

Love is not only to get, but also to give, you are for me, and I am for you.

Lin Xiner, who left Prince Xuan's Mansion, took a deep breath against the cold wind.

As for Ximen Jingxuan, after Lin Xiner left, he raised his head, looked at the door deeply, and followed Lin Xiner's shadow.

If Lin Xiner wanted to ruin everything, could he really forget it?

What to do and how to judge is his own, no one can control his mind, even if the disease Liu Fusheng mentioned may appear, he still has to pursue the truth.