The sun is abundant, the light is gentle, and the coldness of the north wind is floating in the air.

The library is full of the fragrance of ink and rows of books are filled with bookshelf.

Huo Jingyi kept sending her upstairs, then waved his hand and said goodbye to her.

"Remember to call me when you come out and I'll pick you up."

Huo Jingyi put his hands in his pockets of the coat, his body was slender, his eyebrows were handsome, and his beautiful eyes were shining with sunlight.

"Um."

Ye Jiaqi didn’t say it was good, nor did he say it was bad.

As soon as he left, she found a place with few people to sit down.

Opening the book, she turned to look at the scenery outside.

The sun shines softly on the ground, and a few wintersweet flowers bloom on the open space downstairs. The flowers are small and the fragrance scatters.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed his eyebrows and lowered his head to read a book.

“ordwith…”

“outofbreath…”

She recited the phrase silently in her heart, supporting her head with one hand.

The sun shone in from the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on her hair, on her shoulders, on her books.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were a little blurred.

It was like white mist, light and light, and it was hard to see the luster.

There were only a few clearly devastating demeanor left in the tiny pupils...

When you recite a very strange word with your back—

She subconsciously looked up and blurted out: "How do you pronounce this?"

The sound echoed and dispersed between empty positions.

Ye Jiaqi was stunned.

It turns out that subconsciously, the habits deep in memory are terrible.

It's like being branded in the heart by a soldering iron, it can't be cut off or removed.

The habit of being too obsessed is like a ghost, following like a shadow.

When she was memorizing words in his study and memorizing words she didn't know, she was too lazy to look up the dictionary and always blurted out her head and asked him who was working in the office.

"How do you pronounce this?"

"What does this mean?"

"How do you put together this sentence?"

Asked him, it came much faster than looking up the dictionary.

Every time, he said she was lazy, but next time he would answer her indulge in her words and teach her.

Ye Jiaqi bit his lip and bite, and the smell of blood spread out from his mouth.

The smell stimulated her nerves, her eyes were sore, and her throat was choked.

The pen fell to the ground!

"Dang" sound-

Echoes sounded in the empty library.

Every grass and tree in the capital can stimulate her nerves, because she is too familiar to her, so she cannot forget it.

Nerve tingling.

Ye Jiaqi held his head and his temples were pounding non-stop.

She closed her eyes, and the sun was pounding on her slender eyelashes.

The cell phone suddenly vibrated on the table!

Buzz...

Buzz...

Ye Jiaqi had a split headache. She grabbed her cell phone and walked out tiredly.

"Hello……"

"Miss Ye, it's me."

Meng Chen's voice.

Ye Jiaqi's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously resisted the voice.

Clamping the phone with your fingers: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Ye, I heard that you are in a hospital with discomfort."

"It's nothing, it's common for you to feel uncomfortable in winter." Ye Jiaqi explained.

"I thought it was because of Mr. Qiao..."

"How could it be?" Ye Jiaqi said lightly, "Mr. Meng, you know, I hate him so much. I'm fine in Singapore. Why don't he allow me to leave the capital? Also, he has a fiancée and wants me to be his lover. I really hate such people."

Meng Chen: “…”

"Mr. Meng, please return to China early. Qiao Chengfan doesn't know anything. I'm afraid that Butler Sun will not take good care of him."

"Miss Ye, I'm taking care of the funeral, and I can't go back for the time being."

"Then you come back soon."

"Miss Ye, do you really want to see Mr. Qiao? The last time."
Chapter completed!