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

Inadvertently saw the framed photo on the table, it was a photo of [Jing Jiaren].

With a twinkle in Jing Jiaren's eyes, she picked up the photo frame——

The photo was taken by her three years ago, and it was taken by Wilson for them. Ximen Longting wanted to trim her hair that day, but he was reluctant and only cut a little part of the fork.

Thinking of Ximen Longting's pruning carefully, Jing Jiaren smiled unconsciously.

Laughing and laughing, eyes are red again...

fool.

Suddenly, I saw a line written under the photo:

[I haven't had you even for a second, but I've lost you ten thousand times. 】

The font is strong, it is Ximen Longting's handwriting.

Jing Jiaren's eyelashes trembled, and another big tear flowed down, hitting the glass of the picture frame.

My hands became so heavy that I couldn't hold them steady at all.

Jing Jiaren put the photo frame back and began to write:

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

……

Ximen Longting, I'm sorry, 1 I'm sorry, I owe him a lot of apologies...

With every sentence she wrote, the images of the two of them getting along flashed through Jing Jiaren's mind.

Apart from running away endlessly, lying endlessly, and hurting him endlessly, what else has she done?

She is really incompetent...

With the potion hanging on her left hand, it is not very convenient for her to write, and she has to deliberately write in a font that does not look like [Jing Jiaren].

It took more than an hour to write 365 cards.

On the way, the servants had brought balloons and other tools over.

"Want us to help?"

"No need...I can do it myself."

After writing the card, Jing Jiaren brought over a box of balloons and inflated them with the pump.

Cut a piece of silk thread to tie the mouth of the balloon, and stick a card on the other end with clear glue.

As soon as he let go, the balloon flew up and rose to the top of the zenith.

Jing Jiaren looked up. He put so many Kongming lanterns for her, and that's all she could give back to him.

Until this moment, she found that there was so little she could do for him.

When she has time, she ignores him, and when there is no time, she comes to race against time.

Jing Jiaren, you are cheap.

As time went on, the room was filled with heart-shaped balloons.

Beautiful pink balloons are all on the ceiling, and a sorry card is hanging from the silk thread hanging down.

365 balloons are really a lot. Fortunately, Ximen Longting's room is big enough.

Jing Jiaren concentrated most of the balloons on the ceiling corresponding to Ximen Longting's big bed...

In this way, as long as he wakes up, he can see her apology immediately.

He can easily grab the card and see the words on it.

I don't know how he felt when he saw these?

Of course he won't be happy, but I hope he won't be so uncomfortable...

Strictly speaking, he had arranged many romances for her, but this was the first time she had thought about him.

365 balloons were released, occupying most of the room, which was very spectacular.

The servants came in many times to change Ximen Longting's medicine, or to check the young master's temperature, and they were pleasantly surprised to see the balloons in the room.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the sky outside began to light up.

Jing Jiaren was tired all night, her whole body seemed to have been severely beaten, and she couldn't even breathe out.

She stood by the bed, top-heavy, and stared at Ximen Longting for a long time.

He might wake up soon...

But when he woke up, he never wanted to see her again.He told her to go away last night...

"Ximen Longting, I'm leaving."