In the quiet private room, Ye Jiaqi was a little dazed. [No pop-ups. 】

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Outside, the hustle and bustle of the city and the blurred lights, and the only one in the private room was her lonely figure.

The light stretched her thin shadow long and reflected it on the ground, and it was a single shadow.

I don't know how long she cried, she raised her head from the crook of her arm and silently opened the cake box.

His eyes were red, and his long eyelashes were covered with sparkling droplets.

At this moment, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

He didn't come, and he never called her back.

There was heating in the private room, but she was chilling.

Between her and him, it can never be pure.

During this time, she got along with him exceptionally calmly, and no one mentioned a third person, even Qiao Chengfan.

Be careful, be discreet and subtle.

But no amount of caution is just trying to cover up, neither she nor him, can hide everything that has happened.

She had always known that he was a ruthless man.

So there is no reason to be merciful to the enemy.

Maybe he came to Chicago just to give her another taste of what it was like to be trampled.

He was successful, she admits.

He knows how to grasp a person's psychological proportions, of course, if he doesn't understand, how can he stand on the high ground of the capital and call for wind and rain.

She underestimated him too much.

Accompany her to watch the fireworks, cook a meal for her, pick her up from work, and she will ask him to celebrate his birthday.

However, he was never a waste of time, and he never wasted his energy on useless things.

Ye Jiaqi opened the cake box, and the aroma of cream came to his face.

It's almost eight o'clock, and there's no way he's coming.

It's a cake she's made with her own hands, and it's the most beautiful cake she's ever made, flawlessly.

It's okay to make your own cake and eat it yourself

Ye Jiaqi cut the cake with a knife, first cut a small piece and put it on the plate.

She ate the cake silently, the cream was delicious, the fruit was fresh, and it was sweet no matter how you ate it.

Probably, he would never know that she made a cake with her own hands on his birthday.

Ye Jiaqi ate one bite at a time, the sweet and greasy taste slipped into her throat, and suddenly, her nose was sour, and two lines of tears fell on the cake.

As she ate, she had a bitter taste.

It's obviously a very sweet cake, why is it bitter, is she misplacing something

Otherwise, how could the cake be bitter?

But she made it herself, and she wanted to finish it after two hours.

In the quiet private room, only Ye Jiaqi was eating cake alone.

Time is silent, and the figure is lonely.

The warm light shone on her face, and there was not much expression in her eyes except for the blank.

It's as if it's just a friend who missed the appointment.

It's nothing

A whole box of cakes, Ye Jiaqi ate it for a long time before he ate half of it.

The neat words "Happy Birthday" stung her eyes.

She ate one bite at a time, eating so much that she was still eating.

until I can't eat anymore.

There was a mess on the table, and there was still a small half of the cake left.

It was late at night.

Either way, she'll wait until twelve o'clock, which is also her last bit of patience and support.

Ye Jiaqi's empty eyes stared blankly at the opposite wall, there were delicate decorative paintings on the wall, but she couldn't see anything in her eyes

The taste of four years ago is back in my mind.

etc., endlessly, etc.

She didn't know why she fell twice in the same thing, but she should understand that the person she was waiting for would never be her lover.