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

Ximen Longting watched deeply, just when he was about to leave the same way...

Gently pushing open the window, a gust of sea breeze blew in with moisture, and on the desk by the window, the white sketch paper was blown everywhere by the wind.

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows slightly, and one of the papers threw himself on his face.

He took it off and took a look, through the faint starlight...

The sketch in the painting is Ximen Longting.

The clear outline of the eyebrows, the resolute chin, the slightly pursed thin lips, and the slightly narrowed eyes have the lazy interest like a cheetah.

Ximen Longting reached out to pick up the papers that had fallen nearby, page by page, all belonged to him.

Ximen BOSS's heart felt like it was being held in a wok, and the blood in his body was boiling.

He gently turned on the desk lamp and picked up all the scattered papers to read.

Every time I look at it, his body seems to be injected with life again...

When he saw the notepad on the side——

[Ximen Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Simon Longting.Ximen Longting...]

Everywhere I could see, they were all the names of Ximen Longting.

Even, there are traces of being wet with tears on the handwriting.

Ximen Longting clutched the notebook tightly, his eyes became more and more red.

He always thought that Jing Jia could live well without him.

During that time in England, she was at ease, and never thought about him at all...

If this is the case, then why is [Ximen Dragon Ting] full of articles now?

For whom are the tears shed on this...

As long as she is free, why is the portrait drawn?

Ximen Longting's throat rolled, he had been resenting her for being so heartless and free when she fled, but he couldn't see the fear and scars in her heart...

She took the child alone, endured the longing but pretended to be strong and optimistic.

She never forgot him a day!

Ximen Longting opened the drawer and saw more sketches...

Every day, Jing Jiaren loses her memory, so she unconsciously repeats some things.

And her biggest repetition is missing Ximen Longting.

Ximen Longting held the thick manuscript paper, his strong gaze became more and more frustrated.

"Ximen Longting?" Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly screamed.

Probably his movement was too loud, which woke up the sleeping woman.

Ximen Longting turned his face stiffly and looked at Jing Jiaren.

"Why never tell me?"

"..."

"What kind of life did you live in England, what do you do every day? What are you thinking?" Simon Longting said fiercely, "Why have you never tried to tell me?"

When she was misunderstood and resented by him, she always chose to remain silent!

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened. It was midnight, and her mind was in chaos.

The memory of yesterday is disappearing, but it hasn't completely retreated yet...

But no matter whether she forgot yesterday or not, she shouldn't have seen Ximen Longting here.

She shook her head: "Is this a dream? It's not real."

She won't see him, the man she thinks about day and night, but is deeply afraid of being found by him!

SUN turned over and was disturbed by the voices of two adults...

Holding the sketch paper, Ximen Longting strode up to Jing Jiaren!

He wanted to ask clearly, even if she forgot again tomorrow.