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

Ximen Longting looked at the beach coldly: "It's burned."

Now that he has decided to hate, he doesn't want to see anything related to the past.

Wilson hesitated and said, "It's a portrait of the young master..."

"I told you to burn!" His growling voice was loud, and his bloodthirsty pupils were frightening.

Wilson turned and left.

Ximen Longting's heart suddenly began to ache inexplicably——

He clung to the guardrail tightly and shouted, "Get back."

Wilson just walked to the door, and walked back sadly.

Before getting close, Ximen Longting let go of his hand and shouted: "Get lost, burn it."

Wilson: "..."

Walking to the door, Ximen Long's thunderous voice sounded again: "Get over here!"

Wilson turned back again, ready to deal with his master - he has been a vigorous and decisive man after working by Ximen Longting's side for so long.Never been so tangled for any time.

It is conceivable how much the obsession in Ximen Longting's heart is fighting at this moment.

Finally, he took the sketchbook from Wilson.

As if opening it with extreme randomness——

Immediately, I saw that the first page was wet with tears... After the tears dried, they turned into raindrops, and the sketches in that ball were blurred.

It was a profile of Ximen Longting with his eyes closed.

With a steep face and extremely long eyelashes, it looks like a mixture of a devil and an angel.

However, there is a sentence under the painting:

[Thank you for letting me meet you, whether we have a future or not. 】

Ximen Longting's heart suddenly seemed to be injected with a usual stimulant, and the blood in his whole body immediately became frenzied.

He pursed his lips tightly, and opened the next page...

It is the front side of Ximen Longting sleeping.

The corners of the flinty mouth curled up slightly, as if he had dreamed of something pleasant. His smile was very light, but it was full of spirit.

[I only hope that when you think of me, you smile. 】

Ximen Longting's body was tense, as if the strings of the brain had been stretched into a line.

Looking at the next picture, he was no longer in the mood to look at the painting, so he looked directly at the words under the sketch:

[Maybe I'm really useless, I don't have the ability to keep everyone I don't want to lose. 】

……

[If one day you find out that I have done something sorry to you, will you hate me? 】

……

【I chose to give up on you because I only want to owe you and remember you...】

……

Every piece of drawing paper is the trace of being severely wet with tears...

By the last one, it was almost wrinkled, and the words on it were blurred:

【You always say that I don't have a heart, but I have one, and every part of it is you. 】

Ximen Longting's breathing became thick and nasal at some point, tears dripped down and fell on the drawing paper, on Jing Jiaren's tears...

Ximen Longting held his sketchbook tightly with a tense face.

His tears are like coffee with sugar...

Jing Jiaren, why?

If he hadn't come back here to look for the watch and made a mistake, this sketch would have become a secret forever.

No matter how he treats her, she won't explain, don't refute, and keep silent!

The waves suddenly became fierce and slammed on the rocks, breaking into thousands of waves.

The sky, which was still sunny just now, suddenly covered the dark clouds, indicating that a heavy rain is coming...

At this moment, the bodyguard stood on the rock and waved: "Master, I found the watch."

It's like some kind of fateful gear, turning on again...