silence.

Another endless silence.

No one spoke again.

Ye Jiaqi felt as if he had all his strength removed. He couldn't say a word, but just looked at him quietly with a silly expression.

Qiao Sinian finally stood up and took care of his blazer.

Qiao Sinian in the light and shadow was still in a straight suit, well-dressed, and a gentle and elegant face was cold and chilling.

His shadow fell on the floor.

He lowered his head and stared at Ye Jiaqi on the bed for a long time.

She sat like a small puppet, motionless, and her eyes fell on the white wall in front of her.

The night of early autumn is deep and quiet, like a bottomless black hole, absorbing everything, leaving only dark black.

Qiao Sinian's eyes moved from her face and finally fell on her pants, saying lightly: "You've had a period."

One sentence made Ye Jiaqi withdraw her gaze, and her fists clenched slightly.

When I fell asleep, my stomach felt a little painful.

"You have to drink iced tea during the day, wear low-cut dresses to cool off at night, drink wine, Ye Jiaqi, you may not be able to have children for others in the future."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The tall figure disappeared into the bedroom and walked towards the door.

With a "bang", the door closed.

There was only the residual breath left in the air, darkness and silence.

In a daze, Ye Jiaqi felt dizzy. He was clearly silent and peaceful in his ears, but it was like millions of bees roaring "buzzing".

My heart was like a hand clenching, and she couldn't breathe.

At that moment, she collapsed beside the bed, leaning against the soft pillow, tilting her head, and staring at the ceiling with a dull look.

There was a faint pain in her lower abdomen, and she was no longer able to go to the bathroom.

All the strength in her body seemed to have been pulled away, nothing was left, only a trace of air was still hanging... making her breathing persist.

After a long time, she closed her eyes.

The drunkenness began to spread and flooded her heart, invading her heart, lungs, mind, and mind... made her unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

She leaned against the pillow, listening to the heart in her chest beating evenly.

Late at night, endless.

She originally thought she could sit like this until dawn, but the pain in her lower abdomen became deeper and deeper. She sat up on the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

I'm having a period of time and my stomach hurts a little.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face with her uninjured right hand.

After coming out of the bathroom, she sat again in the big bed in the bedroom. The air still had the breath of the man, which had not dissipated for a long time.

Nineteen years, no more, no less, half a lifetime.

From now on, there will never be a person named "Jo Sinian" in her life.

She sat by the bed and looked down at the gauze on her hands. Many times, many things were fine, and it was nothing to see if she saw it open.

She took out her cell phone and logged into the Weibo post that she had not logged in for a long time. She took a casual piece of it-

Little Orange.: Never see you again.

She casually flipped through the past Weibo posts, remembering every bit of the past.

After flipping through, she lost interest, threw down her cell phone and walked to the window.

The curtains were opened, and there was a quiet night view outside, with only high-rise buildings and moving vehicles, and no pedestrians were seen.

This quiet night swallowed the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the world, and also swallowed her heart.

Maybe, in another nineteen years, she won't even remember what he looks like...
Chapter completed!