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Every time, I have to wait until I am really separated, only to find that the love has been carved into the bone marrow.

Different from Ximen Longting's fiery and hot love, Jing Jiaren's love is deep and introverted, which is an iceberg......

Evening.

Jing Jiaren slowly woke up, the sky was gloomy, obviously there had been a rainstorm not long ago, and there was no wind and sun when she woke up in the morning.

Jing Jiaren sat up from the bed and felt the pain still faintly coming from her forehead.

She walked to the bathroom and gently brushed off her bangs on the right.

On the right forehead there is a scald scar of a rose.

This rose is the royal symbol of Simon Dragon, his private helicopter, private luxury car, private yacht......

There is one such golden rose.

And then there were Simon Longting's men, whose uniforms were carved with such roses on gold or silver buttons.

The high rank will have such a star engraved with rose relief on the chest, or on the shoulder.

That ring must be a servant......

Each servant would receive a ...... when he entered Simon's family as a servant

Their rank is engraved with the ring, so that they can go in and out of Simon's manor, or any of Simon's realms, at any time to serve him.

And this ring is the lowest and most lowly in power.

Now the tiniest rose is blooming on Jing Jiaren's forehead.

She looked at it in a trance, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life, as long as she looks in the mirror in the future, she will think of him, and this perverted time of love with him.

Jing Jiaren grabbed a glass toothbrush cup and threw it on the mirror surface.

No!

There is no need to look in the mirror in the future, the mirror is already in her heart.

Jing Jiaren turned around and walked out, staring at the empty room with empty eyes......

He's gone?

Leave with disappointment in her - or so.

Since then, she has been a completely lowly existence in his heart.

Jing Jiaren lowered her head, but in an instant, she found that her cut hand and each finger were wrapped in wounds......

Even the palms of his hands are wrapped in bandages......

And she walked to the fitting mirror and found that she had changed into a clean nightgown, as if her body had been scrubbed.

Turning around, I saw that the wound on my back had also been treated.

Tears fell in an instant.

She remembered the two hearts he had drawn in the palm of her hand.

Jing Jiaren slowly raised her lips and smiled, no matter how painful it is now, she once had happy memories, isn't that enough? She's not a lavish person.

Jing Jiaren quietly opened the door and left.

When she walked to the door of the villa and pushed open the door, her mood that had finally calmed down instantly collapsed!

She originally thought that Simon Longting, who had left, was on the beach, holding an iron and digging for something. The entire beach has been turned into a dirt pit......

She covered her lips, remembering that her sketchbook was still buried in the sand.

He heard her ask the maid for an iron rope through the watch's monitor, so he asked the maid what she wanted it for......

Simon Longting dug here for more than an hour.

After the rainstorm, the beach was wet and smelly......

The wind was also particularly strong and colder than last night.

Ximen Longting was originally suffering from a severe high fever and was blown by the cold wind for more than an hour. He dug mechanically, but found nothing.

"Young master," the servants stood not far away in fear, "it has rained heavily or the waves have washed things away. ”

Washed away? Is that so providential?