"bite--"

The elevator door is open.

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

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

Once you leave the hotel, you will have two heavens of ice and fire.

A gust of cold wind blew on her body, and she couldn't help but tremble again, hugging her arms tightly, and her feet were messy.

She didn't know where to go, hid under the trees by the road, silently looking at this familiar and unfamiliar city.

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

But she was aimless.

The cold wind in winter was biting and cold, blowing between her neck, cold.

A fire was rippling in her body, and she couldn't extinguish it no matter how hard she was. She felt like she was in a desert, unbearable.

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

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

The cold wind blew on her body, it was cold outside and hot inside, and she was in pain and burst into pain.

This feeling has never happened before.

The wind blew up her long hair, her hair was messy, and tears were stuck on her face.

The wind will feel better when it blows, but it is very cold.

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

I don't know how long she stood, but she saw a familiar figure rushing past the hotel.

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

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were dazed for a moment.

Although she had never seen Han Yurou several times, she remembered Han Yurou's appearance, she was petite and delicate, with a graceful figure.

The deepest impression she had of Han Yurou was her smile.

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

Ye Jiaqi looked at the direction of the hotel door, and there was bitterness on the corners of his lips.

When Han Yurou goes up, everything will be over.

However, everything can start again.

"Joinian, you won't blame me, right..." Ye Jiaqi looked at the hotel and murmured.

He wouldn't blame her.

He couldn't bear to blame her either.

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

One of her favorite things is to stay in his arms, like a lazy cat, but she will lose him forever in the future.

She could no longer snuggle in his arms.

From then on, another woman would be with him.

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

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

She held the tree trunk, and suddenly, squatted down and cried loudly—

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

In the cold city, no one would stop for her. She cried hard. She knew... this was the last time she cried for him.

In the future, no one will wipe her tears and mock her for "why are you so crying?"

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

She didn't know if he would sue her, but he wouldn't do anything to her after cooking the raw rice.

She asked him what if she made a mistake.

He said that if it is not serious, he can indulge it.

He will indulge her in this mistake.

She will leave early tomorrow morning, and she hopes that she can hear good news from the Qiao Group tomorrow.

He wants to be fine.

In the dim corner, Ye Jiaqi cried, tears wet her collar.
Chapter completed!