A pair of cold eyes watched this scene behind the farm window.

The tall figure stood coldly, and the figure stretched on the ground...

Jing Jiaren got into the car holding the daisy. Jian Chenche helped her close the door and got in from the other side.

Shortly after the car left, the farmer's door opened and a man came out.

The slender legs stood at the edge of the path, looking at the dug out piece and the traces of loose soil.

…

After Jing Jiaren returned to the ranch, she immediately threw herself into work...

Once she had an idea, her mind was like a spinning machine that couldn't stop.

I didn't even want to eat dinner that night, and I was too nervous to sleep that night. I continued painting until around 9 o'clock the next morning.

She finally felt that the last bit of inspiration in her mind had been drawn, and she felt like she had run a long-distance run of 500 meters, using up her last bit of energy.

Jing Jiaren put down her pen and found a table full of drawings.

And among the messy artwork, a pot of daisies was pressed in the middle, shaking its slender branches.

Jing Jiaren was so tired that she lay on the table, her eyes facing Daisy, and she slowly closed her eyes from sleepiness.

In that dream, Jing Jiaren seemed to have traveled through time and returned to a farm in China. She and Ximen Longting were standing on a hill full of daisies, and she was holding a bouquet of daisies for him...

The person who suddenly took the daisy was Leng Aofeng.

Ximen Longting stood a few meters away, watching them coldly.

He strode over angrily:

[Who gave you the courage to touch her! Which hand touched her? Did you do it yourself, or did I do it!?]

Before he could react, Ximen Longting suddenly had a knife in his hand, and he slashed it hard——

The blood is dripping on the daisies, with a rich and strange beauty.

Jing Jiaren suddenly woke up from this nightmare, cold sweat dripping on some manuscript paper.

She found that except for the drawings she had placed on her pillow, everything else had been packed away. It seemed that Jian Chenche had already arrived.

Jing Jiaren looked at the few pictures that were stained by her own sweat, wiped them carefully, sorted them and put them aside.

That dream was too bloody and crazy...

But it is so strangely beautiful that it takes your breath away.

Jing Jiaren picked up the pen and finally drew a bloody daisy.

This design will be a bloody daisy red with a dark skirt bottom.

Red and black are always the most wonderful match in the world...

Different from the fresh designs of other designs, the design of this skirt is full of a sense of depression and darkness, as if it is dragging people into hell and unable to breathe, but the magic it brings makes people want to get close to her.

After finishing the painting, Jing Jiaren held it in daze for a long time.

She didn't even know there was a knock on the door...

When Jian Chenche heard no response, he thought she was still sleeping. He opened the door and saw her holding the painting, as if she was possessed.

A hand suddenly took the design drawing away from Jing Jiaren's hand.

Jian Chenche, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly changed his expression when he saw this artwork.

There was an uncontrollable shock in his eyes.

In fact, Jing Jiaren herself was shocked by that drawing... It was beyond words to describe...

"The main model of the Daisy series." He praised, "The finale is of sufficient weight."

Jing Jiaren smiled, this was the greatest recognition that came out of Jian Chenche's mouth.

Jing Jiaren did not expect that all her inspirations were actually brought to her by Ximen Longting...
Chapter completed!