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

He narrowed his eyes, "I can bear your sympathy for anyone... only him..."

Jing Jiaren clenched her hands tightly, her nails clenched deeply into her palm.

"He doesn't deserve my sympathy and forgiveness!"

It's obviously just red wine, but he seems to be drunk.

The crimson pupils stared at him fiercely as if stained with great drunkenness: "He is not worthy."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, did you hear that? He is not worthy!"

Jing Jiaren got up from her seat, walked over to him, sat on his lap, and patted his shoulder caressingly.

"Ximen Longting, I know, I know...don't feel bad...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up something that made you uncomfortable..."

He obviously hasn't let go, and still has the strongest hatred and resentment towards Master Ximen!

His wound didn't scab at all...

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so... intense, and painful.

Jing Jiaren patted his back tenderly, her heart throbbing with pain.

"I'm sorry, did my reaction make you uncomfortable?"

"..."

"I'm sorry, I always stand in the position of others... This time, I actually stood in the position of Master Ximen to explain him. Why didn't I think for you in your position?"

Master Ximen's difficulties are all his business...

What about Simon Longting?He was born innocently and became a victim of love and hatred among adults.

Could it be that just because he is Fanny's son, he deserves to bear all this?

Why should he bear it?

"He's not worthy of your forgiveness at all... He never did anything for you." Jing Jia's heart also grew angry, "He doesn't deserve to be a father at all."

Ximen Longting raised his hand, pressing down on his aching temple...

He is too tired.

He has tried his best to suppress those dusty past events deep in his heart, but now with a light tick, they all burst out.

His childhood experience was like a monster biting his foot, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Oh." He rolled his lips coldly, "One day, I will definitely kill him with my own hands... Don't let anyone stop me."

The night wind blew rustlingly, and his voice was blown away.

A pair of wicked eyes filled with hatred——

"No one can stop me."

As soon as the words fell, the table beside them suddenly shook, and the half-eaten dinner suddenly fell down.

The candle cups tumbled in the sand...

There was a gust of wind.

Jing Jiaren raised her head, but before she could react, several big tents were blown up.

In the night, a high sea wall was thrown up, moving from far to near at a fast speed...

Jing Jiaren grabbed Ximen Longting's sleeve: "Typhoon!"

A typhoon is a tropical cyclone developed due to the difference in air pressure. It must be generated at sea, but after landing on land, the typhoon is still a typhoon, but it gradually weakens.

House seemingly endless rain.

Is the home they built here with great difficulty going to be destroyed?

Ximen Longting immediately grabbed Jing Jiaren's arm: "Go, get back in the car!"

There is still some gasoline in the car, and they don't usually drive it by, just in case of emergency.

"We're leaving? But what about the food and water..."

Everything they created with great difficulty, a small romantic home.

Ximen Longting picked up Jing Jiaren and ran to the front of the car in three steps and two steps, opened the door and stuffed her in.