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

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Jing Jiaren's whole body was very hot, as if she was surrounded by a fiery breath, and the billowing heat wave hit her like magma...

She was in so much pain that her whole body was about to melt.

Ximen Longting, don't go...

She walked step by step into the depths of the magma, trying to catch the voice that was gradually walking away from her.

The burning mist confused her vision, and she almost couldn't see him clearly, screaming helplessly.

Ximen Longting, don't go, don't leave me...

……

Suddenly, she saw herself standing on the open lawn, holding a big black umbrella.

There are also many people in front of her, all dressed in black, holding a black umbrella, holding white daisies...

The pastor stood by, holding a Bible and praying.

Western-style coffins were lowered into the deep pit, and someone took a shovel and buried them in the ground.

"do not want!"

"Ximen Longting don't leave..."

"You are not allowed to bury him, you are not allowed to take him away... Ximen Longting, I will not let you go..."

Jing Jiaren was weeping in grief and kept on crying.

It seemed that a hand was wiping tears from the corner of her eyes, and that hand was extremely cold.

Rumbling, dreams alternate with reality, there are lightning and thunder, and the rain falls all over the sky, the sky seems to be a big funnel.

Jing Jiaren knelt on the lawn, looking at the erected stele.

Her fingers caressed the surface of the stele, suffocating in pain...

It really hurts.

Jing Jia's heart was clogged with crying, and she couldn't make a sound. She opened her eyes suddenly——to meet the nurse's kind smile.

"Don't move, your arm is broken, I'm helping you bandage it."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were wide open, her eyelashes curled up like feathers, and her eyes were black and shiny: "Ximen Longting..."

"Miss, you must not move."

"Ximen Longting!" Jing Jiaren sat up suddenly, wanting to get out of bed.

A man's arm appeared from one side, pressing down on her shoulder.

Jing Jiaren subconsciously grabbed that hand and stuck it to her face: "I almost thought you didn't want me anymore... No matter what I did wrong, don't drive me away!"

The man's hand carried a special fragrance...

As soon as she put it on her cheek, she felt that something was wrong.

Leng Lintian leaned over slightly, and stepped onto the hospital bed with one knee, very close.

The purple lips were slightly pursed, and there was obviously hurt sarcasm in his eyes...

Like a flower blooming with thorns in the night, he smiled enchantingly and hurt people.

Jing Jiaren let go of her hand suddenly: "It's you!?"

"it's me."

"Go away..." Jing Jiaren pushed him away, "Where's Ximen Longting? I want to see him!"

Leng Lintian clenched his fists, and his voice was low and hoarse in her ears: "It wasn't me, you were all buried in the fire. Beauty, is this how you treat your savior?"

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It was raining outside the hospital, with a damp smell mixed with the fine rain.

On the open window, the white curtain floats gently, like the hem of a girl's skirt.

Jing Jiaren had a broken hand and was tied to her chest with a bandage. She pushed open the door, and Leng Lintian stood behind her, holding her shoulder.

"I don't need your help." Jing Jiaren pushed his hand away, and her foot was also twisted, wrapped in a bandage, and limping when walking.

His eyes fell on the bed. Wilson sat on the edge of the bed with his hands folded, and several bodyguards were also there.

"Miss Jing." Wilson saw Jing Jiaren, and immediately stood up, which was too big, hurting the injury on his shoulder.

Jing Jiaren approached the room, staring straight at the hospital bed——