She had fallen in love with Yin Yihan since she was fourteen years old... ...
Jing Xiaxi had many secrets hidden in this room.
She walked to the windowsill and saw the old locust tree by the window. It had been very withered for a few years, and half of it had died completely. They had once thought that this tree could never be saved again.
Later, this tree was miraculously resurrected... ...
And now it was lush and lush... ...
No one knew how many years had passed.
Jing Xiaxi looked down calmly and observed her surroundings... ...
She was sure that no one was around.
She carefully raised her foot and stepped on the door frame... ...
The reason why a pregnant woman like her did such a dangerous action was because no one knew that she already had this child in her stomach.
Just like what she had done before, this was the place where she, Jing Xiaxi, had lived for nearly twenty years.
Even if she left this place, Jing Xiaxi still had many things that she would never forget. They were engraved in her heart forever.
Stepping on the window frame, she would be able to support the locust tree. Then, she would be able to jump down from the trunk with a kick.
The second floor was an old house. As it was not too tall, when she was young, Jing Xiaxi was the most lively and mischievous. She would often do this kind of thing.
She would go up the house to tear off the tiles, climb the tree to climb over the wall... ... These were indeed nothing to her ...
Jing Xiaxi went directly to the bottom of the big tree. Of course, she did not forget to look at the situation around her.
There was still no one, so she was relieved.
Jing Xiaxi walked to the side of the tree and turned to the back of the tree. She put one hand on the trunk and stroked it carefully for a while, as if she had finally touched something... ...
It was a slightly distorted mark, but the meaning of these words could still be clearly seen... ...
Yin Yihan... ...
Jing Xiaxi felt it was a little funny. This was because when she was sure that she had fallen in love with this man, her maiden heart exploded, and she was anxious and shy, not knowing how to express her feelings
Of course, there was no one else she could confide in.
With the knife in her hand, she carved the name onto the tree trunk.
This was the thought she had when she was young. It was also the thought that had remained unchanged for so many years. She liked Yin Yihan.
As time went on, liking this person did not wear away these feelings because of time. Instead, it left a deeper mark on Jing Xiaxi's heart, bit by bit.
Jing xiaxi gently leaned her forehead against the tree trunk.
At that time, although she rarely met Yin Yihan, because she had an extraordinary feeling for him at that time, she had been searching everywhere for more information about him.
She knew that Yin Yihan was Yin Xiao's favorite son, and that he was young, handsome, and handsome... ...
She knew... ...
Yin Yihan was going to marry into the Jing family... ...
However, that gentle and lovely wife was not the wild child-like self in her parents'eyes.
Jing Xiaxi straightened her body and looked back and forth at her feet. She found a relatively sharp stone, squatted down, and picked up the stone.
Jing Xiaxi held the stone in her hand, and her fingers tightened a little, as if she had made up her mind.
She marked the name of the man with a sharp point.
One... ...
Another... ...
It was as if she had, one by one, carved the name into it, and this time, she crossed it out again, one by one, from the heart, completely and utterly.