It was a long time before Ye Jiaqi got up from the ground. [No pop-ups. 】

She propped up the wall and turned on the light.

When the lights came on, Ye Jiaqi couldn't adapt to the darkness all of a sudden, and blocked his eyes with his hands.

It wasn't until she slowly adjusted to the light that she slowly opened her eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked!

There was blood on the back of her hand and on her clothes?!

Ye Jiaqi was frightened!

Yes, it's blood.

Red blood!

She was still fine when she came back, how could there be more blood at this time?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly woke up, this blood ...... It's Jos's year.

She glanced at the ground, there was no blood on the ground, it was almost as if she was struggling, she touched his wound?

She didn't turn on the lights just now, and she didn't even see Qiao Sinian's expression clearly, let alone the wound.

But it was indeed blood on her hands and scarf.

Ye Jiaqi ran to the door, opened the door with one hand, and ran towards the elevator!

"Joss Year!" She shouted.

No one responded.

At night, the apartment area is quiet and peaceful, and there is not a single noise to be heard.

Ye Jiaqi took the elevator downstairs, from the eighth floor to the first floor.

The wind was blowing outside, and Chicago's winter temperature difference between day and night was enormous.

Ye Jiaqi walked downstairs to the open space, looking around at a loss, where is there still the shadow of Qiao Sinian!

There weren't even people walking around here, it was too late.

"Joss Year!" She shouted again.

Still, no one responded.

Ye Jiaqi chased her out from the gate of the community, the wind blew her messy hair, and her shadow was stretched by the street lamp, and she was alone.

She had been chasing for a long distance, but she didn't see the familiar figure.

Ye Jiaqi stood in place and looked blankly.

Four times, no one.

She rubbed her eyebrows, he was drunk, he definitely didn't come alone, she didn't have to worry about it.

But when she looked down and saw the blood on her hands, she was still terrified.

The blood stains had dried, but under the streetlights, they were still red and red.

Ye Jiaqi's heartbeat stopped beating, and he was in the wrong rhythm.

How could he get hurt?

Why do you drink when you're injured? Why take a 12-hour flight to Chicago?

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ye Jiaqi hugged his arms tightly and shivered.

There was a sudden chill in my heart.

She walked back with her arms folded, walking very slowly.

The wind ruffled her hair, and until she walked into the eighth-floor apartment, her expression was still a little dazed and dazed.

She looked at the blood on her hands and frowned in fear.

Rao is a normal person, she will be scared when she sees blood, not to mention, her fists are full of blood.

She was almost certain that it was the blood that had just been left over from the pounding of his chest.

Ye Jia's back is cold.

With so much blood, is he really dead?

Ye Jiaqi stood against the wall for a long time, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

The little boy was so anxious that he scratched the wall, what happened to Qiqi? Why not play with it?

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, and there was an indifferent tiredness under his eyes.

For a long time –

She walked to the bathroom and cleaned the blood from her hands.

The white pool was stained red, and the color shocked her.

He was not lightly wounded.

But in the dark, he never let her turn on the light, and she didn't even see his face clearly.

He works and travels on weekdays, even if he has many enemies, how can he be easily injured?

Ye Jiaqi couldn't figure it out.

My mind, still stuck ten minutes ago, was blank.

She washed her hands blankly, and the sound of the water "rattling" was especially clear in the silence of the apartment. js3v3