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

[Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you.I love you so much.Only you can wear this ring, and no one else will be my Ximen Longting's wife except you. 】

He also proposed to her, a wedding he owed her!

【If you are not satisfied, then burn it on my forehead?How about it?From then on we were a striking couple. 】

Ximen Longting seemed to immediately see the image of him branding a hot red rose ring on his chest...

Think of the burn scar on Jing Jiaren's forehead.

【Your blood stained my floor.Don't think I'll forgive you for making such a pitiful appearance.No matter how pitiful you pretend to be, I will take revenge on you today! 】

[Okay, how do you want to take revenge on me? Before I leave, it will be over once. 】

Heart, stinging hard.

They are destined to be entangled in this life, regardless of whether they love or hate parting, life or death, it will never end!

All 520 stars were disassembled, and all of them contained lines that Ximen Longting had said to her.

Every sentence has a different memory, just like a movie, reminding Ximen Longting of the past that the two of them have experienced!

Ximen Long's eyes were red, and he looked hard, his heart seemed to be engraved with blood.

He thought of her running away again and again;

Thinking of the grand banquet he held for her at the Beauty Manor on her birthday;

Thinking of the first child they lost...

There is a particularly large star that Jing Jiaren said:

【Ximen Longting, it's hard for me to think of your 100 advantages.But I can just think of you talking to me.

Every word you've ever said to me is seared into my mind, and I can think of it when I close my eyes.

I will never forget everything you have done to me...

This proves how much I care about you so I can remember you so fondly?

I love you, it has nothing to do with whether you are good or not.I love you because you are Ximen Longting. 】

Ximen Longting sank deeply on the sofa, in the empty wooden villa, on the coffee table, countless empty bottles were placed in a mess.

There are many memories in photos, and the star paper is the link of every memory.

Ximen Longting sat there with long eyelashes hanging down.

The last thing I thought of was Jing Jiaren's recordings that had been washed out and restored by him.

At this time, his mood was the same as that of those recordings...

The remorse was beyond extrication, and the fear was beyond restraint.

Every time he saw her heart, she left one step ahead of him, which seemed to be their fate.

This time she disappeared again...

Ximen Longting couldn't stop the expanding and tearing black hole in his heart.

He couldn't think about where Jing Jiaren was now, what she might have suffered, and whether she would come back.

His face was pale, as if he was obviously suffering from great pain, and his expression was so ugly that it was heart-wrenching.

Wilson stood aside, not daring to say a word.

The sky gradually began to light up, but Jing Jiaren was still missing.

Ximen Longting's nerves were so tense, he forced himself not to think about it, and forced himself to calm down, but as time passed, more and more bad premonitions drove him crazy.

Wilson received another call, answered a few words softly, and looked up to see Ximen Long staring at him with red eyes——

"found it?"

The hoarse voice seemed to come from the depths of darkness.

Wilson shook his head as usual: "No, no news yet."

Ximen Longting got up suddenly, he couldn't just sit here and wait for death.