Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Before Jing Jiaren left, she took the sketchbook out of the drawer and took it away.

It contains some words written with feelings last night, the tears are wet, and there are traces of swallowing. After reading it, Ximen Longting must wonder why her words are full of sad words.

She never thought of showing him this sketch, but couldn't help but want to take a good look at him and draw his appearance...

She went downstairs, intending to burn all the drawing paper inside, but after looking through it, she felt reluctant.

Let this love be buried in the soil.

Jing Jia asked the servant to bring a small iron, a plastic bag and tape, first put the sketchbook in the plastic bag, wrap it layer by layer, and stick the tape on it.

"You go to the second floor to look at the young master. He is sick. You help him apply a towel. Remember not to let him get out of bed. Just say I said it. I will be angry if he runs around."

After dismissing the servant, Jing Jiaren went outside with her things.

The candle cups lit by Ximen Longting last night are still there, they have been burned out...

Jing Jiaren thought for a while, and found a beach not far from her heart to dig soil...

Because the beach is soft, digging a hole is still very simple. Soon, Jing Jiaren felt that the digging was deep enough, put down the sketchbook, and filled it with sand to smooth it out.

They start here and end here.

Jing Jiaren raised her head slightly, looking at the sunlight.

She can forget everything about the past, but what about Ximen Longting?

Seeing her and Leng Lintian happy was undoubtedly the greatest pain and torture for him.He will continue to pester her endlessly and provoke Leng Lintian...

Jing Jiaren has long seen the consequences of this.

He might stab the dagger in the heart again, in order to write her to stay.

Or, one day, either Ximen Longting will kill Leng Lintian, or Leng Lintian will kill Ximen Longting.

She wants to end the two tigers fighting.

Jing Jiaren wiped her hands clean, went back to the kitchen, and quietly closed the door.

She picked up her mobile phone while cooking soup, and called Leng Lintian...

"Honey, it's not been three days yet, why do you miss me?"

Leng Lintian's relaxed and lazy voice sounded, obviously just waking up.

Jing Jiaren asked, "Did I wake you up?"

"I'm glad you woke me up."

"you've been drinking?"

"I had some drinks with my friends last night, don't worry, I have a measure."

Jing Jia is not worried about his health, he'd better drink to death: "Then are you sober now?"

"Pretty sober."

"Well, see you at the old place tomorrow at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and you send someone to pick me up."

"old place?"

"The place where you sent someone to pick me up last time."

"Of course." After a pause, Leng Lintian laughed in a low voice, "Why call me in advance, what can I do for you?"

Jing Jiaren looked at the bubbling soup with a dazed expression: "You have so many strange medicines, is there a medicine that can make people lose their memory?"

"Amnesia? For whom? Ximen Longting?"

"..."

"How could there be such a medicine in the world." Leng Lintian squinted his eyes narrowly, even if it really existed, he would not be able to give it to Ximen Longting.What he wants is Ximen's pain. If Ximen loses his memory, all his efforts will be in vain.

"Then do you have any medicine that can make him forget this relationship?"

"Jing Jiaren, do you think I'm a panacea? I really admire how your little brain thinks."