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

Put the scorpion in the safe, along with the tin of biscuits.

And next to the biscuit jar, there is the card without the congratulations.

Ximen Longting pressed the door of the safe and smiled hoarsely.

What kind of loving video, confession recording...and the intimate photos of Jing Jiaren and Leng Lintian.

He pretended not to know everything.

He doesn't care who she loves anymore, or she will never love him!As long as she is alive and by his side, that's enough!

Listening to the recording in Scorpion would only make him angry and embarrassed. He even wanted to wash it away and force Jing Jiaren to record a confession to him.

But what's the point of this self-deception?

From then on, he loved her without asking for her response, and had nothing to do with her.

"Master," Wilson knocked on the door hastily, "Miss Jing's high fever seems to have worsened."

Ximen Longting turned cold and returned to the bed.

Several doctors showed Jing Jiaren, and found that her high fever not only showed no signs of improvement, but gradually increased.

There is a limit to a person's physical endurance. Once the high fever is too high, it will die when it reaches the critical point...

Ximen Longting grabbed the two doctors away, took a look at the thermometer, and started to panic.

"Save her—!"

"It's her will to live... She gave up on herself and wanted to die..."

The doctor shivered in fright from Ximen Longting's eyes.

"What is the duty of a doctor? What kind of doctor is he if he can't save a patient?"

Ximen Longting flipped his palm, and the gun on Wilson's chest disappeared.

The gun hole was low on the doctor's forehead and kept pressing down. The doctor was so frightened that he knelt down.

"We did everything we could, unless..."

"explain!?"

"There is a kind of medicine that can reduce fever very quickly, but this medicine is strong. She is so weak that she is afraid that she will not be able to bear it. If she can hold on, she can survive. If she can't hold on..."

"how?"

"It will die."

The word death once again expanded in Ximen Longting's mind.

A depressive and dead atmosphere spread in the space.

He jumped up and kicked the doctor in the stomach. The doctor was completely kneeling on the ground, curled up in pain.

Jing Jiaren had a long, long dream, dreaming that time travels, and Leng Aofeng took her to the square to feed pigeons for the first time.Countless pure whites flapped their wings in front of her and flew into the sky...

She looked at the sky, and all the pigeons flew to the clouds and were enveloped by the holy light.

She felt that her body began to lighten up, and she was about to turn into a dove and fly into the clouds.

She clearly knew that if she left, she would never come back.

With mournful eyes, Leng Aofeng grabbed her hand: 【Don't go. 】

Jing Jiaren's feet had left the ground and floated up, a huge pulling force attracted her.

When the time came, she had to go.

But suddenly another force grabbed her.

Jing Jiaren saw Ximen Longting holding her left hand, his red pupils had a cold light that broke her heart.

[Jing Jiaren, you dare to leave! 】

……

"Cough cough cough..."

Jing Jiaren raised her eyelashes, and a suppressed low cough woke her up——

His throat was dry and unbearable, like a traveler who has been dehydrated in the desert.

The bones all over her body were also in great pain, especially her chest, which seemed to be cracked.

A golden gleam entered her eyelids.

It's the sunlight coming in through the window...

Is she dead, nice.But why is the body still so heavy?

Why is there still that gloomy and stern iceberg face in heaven, staring at her without blinking.