"Ding—"

The elevator doors open. [Full text reading. 】

Ye Jiaqi raised his head in a trance, and arrived, the ground floor, the first floor.

She ran out of the elevator, through the hotel lobby, and straight to the middle of the night in the middle of winter.

As soon as you get out of the hotel, you will be surrounded by ice and fire.

A cold wind blew on her body, and she couldn't help but shiver again, clenching her arms and walking in a messy manner.

She didn't know where to go, so she hid under a tree on the side of the road, silently watching this familiar and unfamiliar city.

The cars on the road are like flowing water, and the pedestrians are like shuttles, and they are still lively.

And she, however, is aimless.

The cold wind of winter was bitterly cold, blowing between her neck, cold.

There was a fire in her body, and she couldn't put it out, and the whole person was like being in a desert, and she was manic.

"It's so uncomfortable," Ye Jiaqi frowned uncomfortably.

Is the medicine so strong? She just took a sip.

The cold wind blew on her body, it was cold outside her body, and it was hot inside her body, and she was so painful that she wanted to explode.

This feeling has never been felt before.

The wind ruffled her long hair, which was messy, with tears on her face.

It's better when the wind blows, but it's cold.

She stood under the tree in a daze, not knowing where to go for a moment.

She didn't know how long she had been standing, but she saw a familiar figure hurrying past the front of the hotel.

The woman was wearing a mask and high heels and flashed after entering the hotel.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were in a trance.

Although she hadn't seen Han Yurou a few times, she remembered Han Yurou's appearance, petite and delicate, with a graceful figure.

Her deepest impression of Han Yurou is her smile.

Han Yurou smiled very sweetly, with a hint of student spirit, but like a little princess who was spoiled and grew up, very gentle.

Ye Jiaqi looked in the direction of the hotel door, and the corners of his lips were full of bitterness.

When Han Yurou goes up, everything will be over.

However, it was all over again.

"Qiao Sinian, you won't blame me, right" Ye Jiaqi looked at the hotel and muttered.

He wouldn't blame her.

He couldn't blame her.

Thinking of the moment when he snuggled in his arms at night, Ye Jiaqi's heart trembled again.

One of her favorite things to do was to nest in his arms, like a lazy cat, only to lose him forever.

She could no longer snuggle up in his arms.

From then on, there would be another woman by his side.

Ye Jiaqi's brain was messy, and his head was a little confused.

This picture pops up in my mind for a while, and that picture pops up for a while.

She held on to the trunk of the tree, and suddenly, crouched down, and cried—

She was like a lost child, burying her head in her knees, crying, crying uncontrollably.

In the indifferent city, no one will stop for her, she cries hard, she knows that this is the last time she will cry for him.

In the future, no one will wipe away her tears and laugh at her for "why do you cry so much".

The cold wind blew on her, and she curled up, homeless.

She didn't know if he would ask her for sin, but he wouldn't do anything to her when the raw rice was cooked.

She asked him what she would do if she made a mistake.

He said that if it was not serious, he could indulge.

This is wrong, he will indulge her.

She will leave early tomorrow morning, and she hopes that she can hear the good news of Qiao's Group in the future.

He's going to be fine.

In the dim corner, Ye Jiaqi cried, tears wetting her collar.

In the future, no matter how much he scolded her or disliked her, she would not refute it.