I don’t know how long it took, but the footsteps came back from far and near again.

Jing Jiaren was still sweeping away the debris on the ground numbly and mechanically...

She was suppressing the pain in her chest in a masochistic way.

She heard him come in, and he walked up to her coldly and saw the cut on her hand.

"Your blood stained my floor."

He squatted down and raised her chin towards her:

"Don't think that I will spare you just because you look like this."

He stopped the huge pain in his heart and told himself that this was all her pretense.

Her acting skills have reached their peak.

"No matter how pitiful you pretend to be, I have decided to take revenge on you today!"

Jing Jiaren nodded: "Okay, how do you want to retaliate against me? Let's end it once and for all before I leave."

"..."

"It's best to settle our accounts as soon as possible and pay back everything I owe you."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a servant came in carrying a small stove, with a frightened look on his face: "Young Master..."

"Bring it over."

The servant lifted the small stove to Jing Jiaren's side, and the flames danced wildly, as if forming a face.

It is the bloodthirsty and cruel face of Ximen Longting.

She stared at Ximen Longting in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.

He picked up a pair of small iron pliers and took out a ring from the stove.

The ring was adorned with a rose.

It was originally made of gold, but now it has been burned red.

Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren fiercely, a hint of gloomy unbearability quickly flashed in his eyes.

But soon, the unbearable spirit was forced down again and swallowed up by the flames of hatred.

Jing Jiaren had a vague premonition of what Ximen Longting wanted to do——

She looked at him in shock.

His hand suddenly lifted up her bangs, and his other hand clamped the finger of the ring with pliers.

The servant covered his eyes in shock and refused to look.

On the contrary, it was Jing Jiaren, whose narrow black eyes widened.

Ximen Longting's face was clearly printed in those eyes...

In her mind, she didn't know why she was recalling what Ximen Long Ting said to him tenderly, and the scene of them cuddling sweetly last night.

[Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you. I love you so much. Only you can wear this ring. No one can be my wife, Ximen Longting, except you.]

【Meeting you, falling in love with you, and having you are the most beautiful things in my life.】

…

"Zi..."

The skin immediately made a slight sound when it was burned, and a smell of being burned came out...

Jing Jiaren's eyes were empty, she didn't cry out in pain, she didn't speak, she just stared at Ximen Long Ting as if she had been beaten stupid.

The pattern of the ring was severely burned on her forehead.

The pain of the burn was like a brand, branding fiercely on her skin.

She felt a thunderclap of pain throughout her body and was about to faint...

In my confusion, I heard Ximen Longting’s dark voice:

"Remember this pain, remember that I am your first man."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, don't ever try to forget me." His voice was like a devil crawling out of hell, "I am Ximen Longting."

Jing Jiaren finally couldn't help it and cried out in pain: "Ah——"

Ximen Longting's hands trembled slightly and he dropped the pliers.

The ring also fell to the ground and rolled far away...
Chapter completed!