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

He thought she was dead...

After a while, she found her own voice: "The truth...do you still want to hear it?"

Ximen Longting's cold smile was extremely coquettish in the rain: "I'm not interested."

Her body was loosened, and Ximen Longting let her go.

Her stiff body fell into the rain, and she saw him standing up...

Perhaps after waiting for too long, his body became stiff from sitting, and every posture he walked was very cold and stiff.

Jing Jiaren watched him walk out of her sight step by step, couldn't help covering her lips, and cried bitterly.

Suddenly, the tall body sank.

Ximen Longting fell straight down in the rain...

"Ximen Longting!"

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There was only one small light on in the room, and Wilson stood by the bed and waited.

It was raining too much and it was too cold. Unexpectedly, Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren passed out one after the other after being drenched in the rain.

Wilson had no choice but to immediately carry the two into the car and send them back to the villa.

The young master's high fever is more serious, and he blew cold wind for several hours in the South Gate Square...

He hadn't had a good rest these days.

From time to time, Wilson felt the temperature of Ximen Longting's forehead with his hands.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened with a creak.

Wilson turned around and saw Jing Jiaren standing at the door holding a medicine bottle.

"Miss Elizabeth, why are you awake?"

Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on the bed: "Is he okay?"

"Not too good, the young master has a high fever..."

Jing Jiaren came in with a medicine bottle, and looked at the man who was completely asleep on the bed.

"Wilson... let me ask you one thing."

"please say."

"Can you prepare 365 balloons for me, in the shape of a heart, preferably pink."

Wilson was a little surprised, but soon understood what Jing Jiaren wanted these balloons for: "Okay, I'll send someone to do it right away."

"And a hydrogen pump, a few rolls of silk thread, scissors... By the way, bring me 365 pieces of cardstock first..."

Jing Jiaren hung the medicine bottle on the shelf, and the two of them bumped into each other...

Ximen Longting’s is a blue mesh bag containing medicine bottles, and Jing Jiaren’s is red...

Like a couple cuddling together.

Jing Jiaren suddenly smiled, she didn't expect them to be sick together.

Jing Jiaren sat down on the chair beside the bed, couldn't help stretching out her hand, and stroked Ximen Longting's face.

His complexion is so bad, really bad.

It was so bad that Jing Jiaren felt so much pain just looking at it that she didn't know what to do...

A servant came in, probably ordered by Wilson, put a coat on Jing Jiaren's shoulders, and stepped back gently.

Jing Jiaren wiped her eyes quickly, but she couldn't stop the tears.

Three years later, why did she come back, why did she meet him... everything was wrong.

The last thing she wanted was to cause him pain, and she came back to bring it to him, and she was damned.

Ximen Longting, I really deserve to die, I'm sorry... I really deserve to die...

Jing Jiaren sobbed softly, her shoulders twitched slightly at first, and then she cried more and more hard.

When she heard footsteps outside, she would be so frightened that she would touch tears in an instant, and even being sad was like stealthily catching a thief.

Crying and crying, she was tired, leaning against the bed, lying beside Ximen Longting's hand.

Very sleepy, but my mind is running clearly, and I dare not sleep at all...

Not long after, the servant brought the cardstock and pens, colorful ones.

Jing Jiaren sat down on the desk and picked up a pen.