It took a long time before Ye Jiaqi stood up from the ground.

She supported the wall and turned on the lights.

When the lights were on, Ye Jiaqi was unable to adapt to the darkness and covered his eyes with his hands.

She slowly opened her eyes until she slowly adapted to the light.

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked!

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

Ye Jiaqi was frightened!

Yes, it's blood.

Red blood!

She was still fine when she came back, why did she get more bleeding now?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly realized that this blood... was from Qiao Sinian.

She glanced at the ground. There was no blood on the ground. That was almost the case when she was struggling and touched his wound?

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

But what she touched her hands and scarf was indeed blood.

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

"Jo Sinian!" she shouted.

No one responded.

The apartment area at night is quiet and peaceful, and there is no noise.

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

The wind outside was whizzing, and the temperature difference between day and night in Chicago was extremely large in winter.

Ye Jiaqi walked to the open space downstairs, looking around here in a daze, and there was no trace of Qiao Sinian!

Even there are no people walking around here, it's too late.

"Jo Sinian!" she shouted again.

Still, no one responded.

Ye Jiaqi kept chasing her from the entrance of the community. The wind blew up her messy hair, and her shadow was stretched out by the street lights, making her look alone.

After chasing for a long time, she didn't see the familiar figure.

Ye Jiaqi stood there and looked blankly.

There was no one around.

She rubbed her eyebrows. He was drunk. He must have not been here alone. She actually didn't have to worry about it.

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

The blood was already dry, but it was still red under the street lights.

Ye Jiaqi's heartbeat stopped and the rhythm was wrong.

How could he be injured?

Why do you still have to drink when you are injured? Why do you have to take a 12-hour plane to Chicago?

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

A sudden chill in my heart.

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

The wind blew her hair a little confused and confused until she walked into the apartment on the eighth floor.

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

Even a normal person would be afraid of seeing blood, not to mention that her fists were covered with blood.

She was almost certain that it was the blood that had just been pounding his chest.

Ye Jiaqi's spine is cold.

With so much blood, is he really desperate?

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

Xiaoguai was so anxious that he scratched the wall. What's wrong with Qiqi? Why don't you play with it?

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, and there was a faint fatigue in his eyes.

a long time--

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

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

He was seriously injured.

But in the darkness, he never asked her to turn on the lights, and she didn't even see his appearance clearly.

He works and goes on business trips on weekdays. Even if he has many enemies, how could he be easily injured?

Ye Jiaqi couldn't figure it out.

My mind was still ten minutes ago and it was blank.
Chapter completed!