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Jing Jiaren's whole body was very hot, as if she was surrounded by hot breath, and the rolling heat waves hit her like lava...

She was so painful that her whole body was about to melt.

Ximen Longting, don’t leave...

She walked deeper into the magma step by step, trying to catch the sound that was gradually moving away with its back to her.

The burning mist confused her vision, and she almost couldn't see him clearly, so she screamed helplessly and loudly.

Ximen Longting, don’t go, don’t leave me...

…

It was pattering, and she suddenly saw herself standing on the empty lawn, holding a big black umbrella.

There were many people in front of her, all dressed in black, holding black umbrellas, holding white daisies...

The pastor stood aside, holding a Bible and praying.

The Western-style coffin was hung down into the pit, and someone with a shovel buried it in the ground.

"don't want!"

"Ximen Longting, don't leave..."

"You are not allowed to bury him, and you are not allowed to take him away... Ximen Longting, I won't let you go..."

Jing Jiaren cried sadly and kept shedding tears.

There seemed to be a hand wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, and that hand was extremely cold.

Rumbling, dreams alternated with reality, with lightning and thunder, and pattering rain falling all over the sky, as if the sky was a big funnel.

Jing Jiaren knelt on the lawn and looked at the erected monument.

She ran her fingers over the monument and felt suffocated by the pain...

It really hurts.

Jing Jia's heart was clogged with tears and she burst into tears. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the nurse's kind smile.

"Don't move, your hand is broken, I'm bandaging it for you."

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide, her eyelashes were raised like feathers, and her eyes were dark and shiny: "Ximen Longting..."

"Miss, please don't move."

"Ximen Longting!" Jing Jiaren sat up suddenly and wanted to get out of bed.

A man's arm appeared from the side and held her shoulder.

Jing Jiaren subconsciously grabbed the hand and put it against her face: "I almost thought you didn't want me anymore... No matter what I did wrong, don't drive me away!"

A man's hand carries a special fragrance...

She just put it on her cheek and felt something was wrong.

Leng Lintian leaned over slightly and stepped onto the hospital bed with one knee, very close to him.

The purple lips were slightly pursed, and there was obviously hurt irony in his eyes...

Like a flower with thorns blooming in the night, his smile is enchanting and hurtful.

Jing Jiaren suddenly let go of her hand: "Is it you!?"

"It's me."

"Go away..." Jing Jiaren pushed him away, "Where is Ximen Longting? I want to see him!"

Leng Lintian clenched his fists, and his voice was low and hoarse in her ears: "If it weren't for me, you would all be buried in the fire. Beauty, is this how you treat your savior?"

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It started to rain outside the hospital, and the thin rain mixed with the smell of moisture.

The window was not closed, and the white curtain was floating gently, like the hem of a girl's skirt.

Jing Jiaren had a broken hand, which was tied with a bandage and hung on her chest. When she opened the door, Leng Lintian stood behind her and held her shoulders.

"I don't need your help." Jing Jiaren pushed his hand away. Her foot was twisted and bandaged, and she was limping.

His eyes fell on the bed. Wilson was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands folded, and several bodyguards were also there.

"Miss Jing." When Wilson saw Jing Jiaren, he immediately stood up. The movement was too big and it hurt the injury on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!