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

"Mom, if you wear more clothes, you will be able to break out of the encirclement." Jing Jiaren took out a lamp and illuminated it in the dense fog...

Not long after, light came from the thick fog, showing her the direction.

Jing Jiaren told Sun to stay back in the bucket, holding the luggage bag in one hand and the bucket in the other.

SUN poked out his small head: "Queen, is SUN heavy?"

"Shh, stop talking."

Even though the whole body is covered enough, it is still not easy to get out of this dense rose bush...

From time to time, Jing Jiaren felt a sharp thorn go into her foot, which made her foot hurt.

However, she didn't care about anything more, and only knew to move quickly in the direction of the light source.

In the room, the fire was getting more and more intense... Billowing thick smoke floated out of the window, and soon became entwined with the fog.

……

It was already an hour after the servant found out that it was on fire.

Ximen Fenglie was leaning against the wall, sitting slumped on the ground, with one hand resting on the knee of his bent left leg.His right hand was seriously injured, and he was holding a cracked photo frame...

His eyes were hollow and out of focus.

Many times, Vic felt that time seemed to stand still on Master Simon.

No matter how much time has passed, he is still the same as before, without much change...

It was he who deliberately kept it, not allowing himself to change.

When he first found a white hair on his head, even just one, he felt great fear!

He was afraid that he would suddenly get old and be unrecognizable when he saw Jane again.

He was afraid that he would get old, and when he saw Jane again, he would no longer be able to match her...

He was afraid that he would grow old too fast, and there would not be much time left to wait for her.

What he was even more afraid of was that Jane was no longer here, and he was just waiting in vain all his life.

He fears……

The long eyelashes hang down and overlap the eye layer.He is already old, no matter how he stops and resists the growth rings, he will be old after all.

Master Simon coughed in a low voice.

What was old was his heart, his organ that gradually began to fail, and he waited more and more desperately every day.

"Vic," Master Simon suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the loyal butler in front of him, "You are already old."

Half of Vic's hair is gray, and the white hair is sandwiched with black, and there are obvious wrinkles on the rigid face, which looks vicissitudes of life.

Vic bowed his head: "Yes, sir."

Master Simon is as old as Mingming, but, judging from his age, he looks like Vic's son.

"I'm getting old too."

"Master, you are still young, you are not old..."

The corner of Vic's mouth twitched slightly. He sometimes dreamed that when he woke up, the scene of the master and Miss Jane together...

No, at that time, Ximen Fenglie was still the young master.

The space is inexplicably depressed and sad.

At this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door, and a guard came to report that Jing Jiaren's room was on fire.

The fire was huge, and all the servants and guards in the castle went to fight the fire...

"Miss Jing and the young master are inside..."

After Ximen Fenglie finished listening, his face turned purple suddenly, and he coughed violently again.

He coughed so hard, pressed his chest tightly with one hand, and twitched violently...

Vik hurried to get the heart medicine, opened it and force-fed the master to take another pill.

"Master, don't worry, they are all fighting the fire, the young master will be fine."

Ximen Fenglie's mouth was frighteningly purple, he was panting violently, and almost fell into a state of shock.

Vic yelled, "Call the doctor!"