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

Ximen Longting strode forward again.

When Jing Jiaren tried to block the way again, she ordered coldly: "Stop her."

Wilson had no choice but to stop Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, please stay."

"Wilson, tell me..." Jing Jiaren asked brokenly, "Did something happen to him? It's too abnormal, Ximen Longting wouldn't be like this..."

Wilson's eyes were deep: "Miss Jing, let the young master be quiet."

I said the same thing last night, just be quiet.

"You asked me to pick him up, I should have gone..." Jing Jiaren grabbed Wilson's sleeve like a straw, "Did something happen at that time?"

Wilson hesitated to speak.

"I should have gone!"

"Miss Jing..."

The sound of Ximen Longting's striding footsteps echoed infinitely in the empty corridor.

"Wilson, don't go, I have the right to know the truth!"

Wilson looked at the young master who was walking away, and said in a low voice, "Miss Jing has my mobile number, doesn't she?"

"Um……"

"If there is any sudden change, I will contact you again. Please keep in touch at all times." Wilson said awkwardly, "You should stop today. It seems that the young master has made up his mind."

Jing Jiaren bit her lip: "Then contact the phone."

"Miss Jing, take care of yourself. Goodbye." Wilson let go of her, took two steps back, and saluted.

The space is strangely frozen.

Jing Jiaren's pupils were filled with black sadness, watching Wilson chase in the direction Ximen Longting left.

She seemed to be drowning in the deep sea, and her whole body was suffocating in pain.

There was a dizziness in her head due to lack of oxygen, and she felt that she was about to lose her footing, so she slowly squatted down while leaning on the edge of the door.

At the same time, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

A passing nurse found her shortly after.

"Miss, miss, are you okay..."

"Come on, someone has fainted!"

Jing Jiaren was confused, but she seemed to be able to hear everything.

The sound of the sun shining on the ground, the sound of the breeze blowing the curtains...

It was as if he could hear the sound of waves one after another.

She smelled the quiet fragrance of flowers again, and a large white camellia appeared in front of her eyes.

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes slightly, and a burst of sunlight shot over, creating a halo like a dream. She was sleeping on a big bed 3 meters wide in the island...

It's like going back in time, or Nanke Yimeng.

She stretched out her five fingers to block the sun.

Seeing the opened sliding door, a figure leaned against the railing with its back to her.

Is this a dream, or her fantasy?

"Ximen Longting, is that you?"

Jing Jiaren's heart twitched, beating wildly in her heart.

She got up and got out of bed almost immediately, and wanted to walk in front of him, but time and space were instantly pulled away...

The closer Jing Jiaren approached him, the farther the distance became.

A long staircase leads to the sea, and Ximen Longting walks there.

Standing tall above the surface of the sea is the Temple of Hell burning like fire.

"Ximen Longting, don't go..."

Jing Jiaren's pace quickened, faster and faster.

The road under her feet was full of thorns, which stabbed her every step.

"Ximen Longting, I was wrong, it was my fault..."

She ran and fell down, dripping with blood and exhausted, but she didn't dare to stop for a second.

"Ximen Longting......"

Calling his name loudly, he walked towards the city of hell as if he couldn't hear him at all.

The white camellias were dyed blood-like red, withering all over the sky...

The sea becomes a mountain of skeletons.