She once heard a legend: collect the roses that your beloved gave you, take them every full moon night, and take them for 24 bright moon nights in a row, and he will never change his mind.

This is the first time Ye Jia has given her roses, and then, she quietly collected these petals and secretly took them on every full moon night, and even Ye Jia didn't know her secret-

Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous, these roses are obviously just some dry "flower corpses", how can they have the magic of "holding hands for a hundred years"?

It was a rare cloudy day, cool, but not stuffy.

It wasn't yet 11 o'clock, and there were only two or three people sparsely populated in the coffee shop. Ye Jia sat in his seat and kept staring at the door, and then, he saw a long-lost person appear at the door of the store on time.

People say that girls in love like to show their reserve by coming late, but since they met her, no matter what date, she has never been late, and rarely arrives early, always controlling the time just right.

She wore a long light-colored skirt and carried a large bag, her hair was blown by a breeze to cover half of her cheeks, and she didn't care, her long eyelashes hung down and opened like a fan. Suddenly there was a feeling of heartbeat, he stood up and called her softly: "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng......"

She walked over slowly, with a faint expression: "Ye Jia, hello." ”

He wanted to go over and hug her, but her indifferent attitude made him stop his impulsive steps, "Xiaofeng...... What are you going to drink? ”

"Whatever, just coffee."

"Two cups of coffee." He hurriedly called the waiter.

When the coffee was brought and the waiter walked away, he looked at her carefully, and saw that her eyes were dark and her eyes were still a little swollen. Apparently it was a sad story after an argument with my mother yesterday. With a strong sense of guilt and strong pity in his heart, he just looked at her in a daze and didn't speak.

She looked at the obvious bloodshot in his eyes, perhaps, he stayed up late again. In such a hurry, he can still find time to "talk" with himself, is he really so eager to "divorce"?

I made plans early in the morning, but I still couldn't suppress the panic in my heart, my heart was beating "suddenly", he already had a woman who was "10,000 times better" than himself, and now, is he finally going to say "break up"?