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

She thought she didn't have that much affection for him.

Every time I have to wait until the real separation, only to find that love has been engraved into the bone marrow.

Different from Ximen Longting's fiery love, Jing Jiaren's love is deep and introverted, like an iceberg...

evening.

Jing Jiaren slowly woke up, the sky was gloomy, it was obvious that there had been a heavy rain not long ago, and it was not as sunny as when she woke up in the morning.

Jing Jiaren sat up from the bed, feeling the still faint pain on her forehead.

She went to the bathroom and gently pushed back her bangs on the right.

On the right forehead there is a scald of a rose flower.

This rose is the royal symbol of Ximen Longting, his private helicopter, private luxury car, private yacht...

There is one such golden rose.

There are also Ximen Longting's men, their uniforms are engraved with such roses on the gold or silver buttons.

Those with high ranks will have stars engraved with rose reliefs on their chests or shoulders.

That ring should belong to a servant...

Every servant will receive a...

Their ranks are engraved on the rings, so that they can enter and leave Ximen Manor, or any territory of Ximen at any time, to serve him.

And this ring is the lowest and most humble.

Now the smallest rose flower is blooming on Jing Jiaren's forehead.

She looked at him in a trance, and she would never forget it for the rest of her life. Whenever she looked in the mirror, she would think of him and the time of perverted love with him.

Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed a glass toothbrush cup and threw it on the mirror——

Do not!

In the future, she doesn't need to look in the mirror, that mirror is already installed in her heart.

Jing Jiaren turned and walked out, looking at the empty room with blank eyes...

He left already?

Leaving disappointed in her - that's fine too.

From then on, she was a completely humble existence in his heart.

Jing Jiaren lowered her head, but in an instant, she found that every finger of her cut hand was covered with wounds...

Even the palms are wrapped in bandages...

And when she walked to the dressing mirror, she found that she had changed into a clean pajamas, and her body seemed to have been scrubbed.

Turning around, I saw that the wound on my back had also been treated.

Tears fell in an instant——

She thought of the two hearts he once drew on her palm.

Jing Jiaren slowly raised her lips and began to smile, no matter how painful it is now, having happy memories once was enough, isn't it?She is not a luxury person.

Jing Jiaren quietly opened the door and left.

When she walked to the door of the villa and pushed open the door, the mood that had finally calmed down instantly collapsed again!

Ximen Longting, who she thought had already left, was digging on the beach with an iron grab.The entire beach has been turned into a pit...

She covered her lips, remembering that her sketchbook was still buried in the sand.

He heard her asking the servant for iron bars through the monitor of the watch, so he asked the servant what she wanted the iron bar for...

Ximen Longting dug here for more than an hour.

After the heavy rain, the beach was wet and had a strong fishy smell...

The wind is also very strong, and it is colder than last night.

Ximen Longting had a high fever and was blown by the cold wind for more than an hour.He dug mechanically, but found nothing.

"Master," the servants stood not far away in fear, "There has been a heavy rain, or the waves have washed away the things."

washed away?Is it God's will?