Hearing the sound of the car starting outside, Jing Jiaren got out of bed, raised the curtains and watched.

Just in time to see Wilson open the car door, Ximen Longting bent down and got into the car...

He didn't look back, looking straight ahead with a stern side face.

Jing Jiaren's hands tightly grasped the window railing and watched the car turn a corner and leave.

In the front yard, the glass temperature-controlled room has not been dismantled, and there is a large bed inside, which was probably moved from the guest room.

Jing Jiaren suddenly came back to her senses as she watched Ximen Longting's motorcade drive away.

She has never seen Ximen Longting look so disappointed...

When I walked to the photo wall, there was still a small corner photo that had not been pinned up.

Jing Jiaren picked up the photos and thumbtacks and pressed them one by one on the wall.

After just raising my arms a few times, I felt very tired, and I had no strength to press the thumbtacks.

After pressing the last 7 photos, Jing Jiaren's whole body was wet with sweat.

What's wrong with her hands? Why are they trembling slightly all the time? It's a bit uncontrollable.

Jing Jiaren took a breath and returned to the bed to pick up the pills.

While holding the water cup, my fingers suddenly lost strength and the cup hit the ground with a clang, spilling all the water.

Jing Jiaren's mind was buzzing, and she opened and closed her hands in mid-air, or made fists.

Sometimes it is flexible, sometimes it is numb.

Fortunately, it is only the left hand that has this problem temporarily, and the right hand is still fine...

Is this one of the medicinal properties of the toxin?

Jing Jiaren didn't dare to think about it. She had never been in a worse mood today.

I originally planned to knit a sweater and give it to Ximen Longting before Christmas...

She had only knitted one sleeve for him before.

Now, she has chosen wool of the same texture and color and plans to finish knitting the sweater.

Usually it takes 1-2 months to knit a men's sweater.

But Jing Jiaren didn't have that much time, so she had to race against time to weave...

After moving to this small villa, she spent every day knitting except for eating and sleeping time.

This is what she promised to Ximen Longting before, and she must fulfill it, otherwise it will be a permanent regret in her life.

It must be done before Christmas.

Can she... still survive Christmas?

The door suddenly opened. After SUN woke up in the next room, he immediately ran to this room and saw Jing Jiaren lying on the bed knitting a sweater quickly...

Her technique is very fast, because she has often knitted sweaters for Sun to wear in the UK for the past three years, and she has practiced very well.

She knitted very seriously and didn't even know that SUN had appeared.

"Mom..." Her hand was suddenly cupped by a little head.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and saw SUN's jewel eyes wide open, looking at her with watery eyes.

"The big devil..." SUN pointed to the injury on Jing Jiaren's head, "Did he hit you?"

"no."

"Why do you want to speak for him? He has already done this to you, and you still want to tie him a sweater!" SUN angrily grabbed the ball of yarn and tried to tear it off.

"SUN, don't touch! Don't touch!"

Jing Jiaren reached out anxiously to grab it, but her movement was too big and she pushed Sun to the ground.

Jing Jiaren stumbled out of bed, picked up the wool that had rolled on the floor, and rolled it up quickly for fear of getting knotted.

Normally, she would have been the first to help Sun up.

SUN sat on the ground blankly: "Is SUN worse than a ball of wool?"

Jing Jiaren's fingers froze for a moment and she looked at him: "This sweater is... very important to me."
Chapter completed!