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

Ximen Longting didn't have any strength, if he stepped on it hard and crushed it, her hand bones would instantly shatter into several joints.

He has always been cruel and bloody, but now he can't get down.

Even if he didn't work hard, it would be hard enough for Jing Jiaren!

"It hurts..." Jing Jiaren turned even paler, "Let your feet loose!"

Ximen Longting let go of his feet, grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

With a lift of his hand, he threw her onto the sofa.

Jing Jiaren's head hit the back of the sofa, and she fainted...

Ximen Longting stood coldly and said, "Now, serve me."

Jing Jiaren's knee hurts.

She curled up and sat up: "Not now, I want to wash off the glass shards on my knees."

"..."

"Otherwise I'll get an infection!"

Ximen Longting smiled sternly: "You have inflammation, what does it have to do with me?"

"When I was serving you, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if glass shards stabbed your body? Wouldn't you feel dirty if blood flowed on your body?"

Ximen Longting paused for a moment, then raised his voice to call the servant...

"Treat the wound and come to my room!"

Jing Jiaren sat down with her knees hugged.

My heart felt empty and aching.

For the current Ximen Longting, she is a substitute like [Jing Jiaren].He won't feel any pity for her injuries, and even dislikes her blood for dirtying his sight...

Soon a servant came with the family doctor.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and didn't say a word during the whole process of picking out the glass shards, nor did she cry out in pain.

Staring blankly ahead...

The servant cleaned up the stained floor, and the scorpion cake she had worked so hard on fell into mud on the ground.

Living room on the second floor.

The door was not closed, it was half-closed, as if it was waiting for her arrival.

Jing Jiaren pushed open the door softly, and saw Ximen Longting sitting in a dark blue prince's chair, holding a sleeve in his hand.

No, to be precise, it was a knitted sleeve...

Only one sleeve, obviously unfinished!

Jing Jiaren quickly recognized that it was knitted by Ximen Longting three years ago, and she was supposed to knit a sweater.

She knits sweaters very well now, and she knits SUN's sweaters in winter.

How did Jing Jiaren know that every winter, Ximen Longting would wear this woolen sleeve...

Jing Jiaren's eyes were wet, she hurriedly looked away, and saw a small glass wardrobe opposite the bed.

A beautiful white wedding dress hung in the closet.

Thin as onion wings, layers upon layers - the most beautiful wedding dress in the world.

And behind the wedding dress, hung a light blue suit.

What's more special is that the two sleeves of the suit go around the waist of the wedding dress and tie a knot.

It's like a handsome man with his arms around his beloved woman.

The suit and the wedding dress are tightly attached, like intimate people hugging each other.

Every day when Ximen Longting opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, he saw the glass cabinet opposite, and saw that "lover embracing"?

Jing Jiaren didn't know why he did this.

Is it because the ghost marriage failed and he never fulfilled his promise to marry her?

It was because the wedding became his only regret! ?

It was getting dark outside the window, and the lights in the room were not turned on.

"Close the door." Ximen Longting's cold voice came.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and locked her upside down.

The slender hand turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm light illuminated his face, and his heroic eyebrows, nose and eyes were outlined by the light, like a painting in the twilight.