A drop of crystal tears rolled in my eyes and fell on the steaming plum blossom cake.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The originally sweet cake, I couldn't swallow it after taking a bite.

There was nowhere to be found everywhere, she just sat on the steps, motionless.

Her hair covered half of Ye Jiaqi's face, and she lowered her head and her lips were pale.

She thought, she suddenly understood a word-

Depend on each other for life.

The plum blossom cake stalk was in his throat, and Ye Jiaqi covered his face, and the big drops of tears fell like continuous rain.

In the empty alley and on the steps, she burst into tears.

The cry echoed, like the evening drum and morning bell, one after another.

In the long alley, the dim sky, the old houses.

Time has not left and people have dispersed.

Ye Jiaqi covered his face, his shoulders twitched, and his throat was bitter.

In the middle of winter, cold winds blow everywhere.

She was alone sitting on the steps in the whole world, not knowing the time or the warmth.

The lonely shadow stretches out and falls lonely on the steps.

Ye Jiaqi's crying sounds floated around, and it was particularly sad when he heard it in the empty alley.

Only a poem lingers in her ears—

"After passing the Changmen, everything is wrong, so why do we come together and go differently?"

Why do we come together and go differently?

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were swollen, and her heart was like a huge rock pressing on her, which made her breathless.

Pain, sharp, depressing.

Breathing becomes difficult.

This huge rock that was sinking deep in her heart hurt much more than she thought.

The light in the eyes disappeared bit by bit, and the tightened pupils seemed to have no focal length, dissipated and alienated.

The plum blossom cake in the palm of his hand slowly cooled down, and Ye Jiaqi's face was covered with tears.

It was getting late.

Only when the last ray of light in the horizon was swallowed up did she drag her tired body up from the steps.

Walking aimlessly, her face was very pale.

When you walk out of this alley, you have to cross an empty road to reach the nearest bus stop.

She actually didn't know why she came here today, it seemed just because it was very quiet here.

Here, it is like an isolated island in the noisy capital.

So quiet that it wasn't a little angry.

It was dark, and Ye Jiaqi took the bus to rush home.

Qiao Chengfan and Huo Jingyi should have had a lot of fun.

Huo Jingyi used to call him a little boy and liked to tease the little guy. Now he always sighed to her that the little guy is so pitiful.

Yes, poor little.

Huo Jingyi also told her that he had made up for Chengfan's mother when she died young, but in fact he didn't know who Chengfan's mother was.

Ye Jiaqi thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out who Qiao Chengfan's mother was and where.

Because in those twelve years, she had never seen Qiao Sinian bring her women back to live with her.

I used to think it was Fang Ya, but now it seems that it is not.

Fang Ya has a bad heart and cannot get pregnant.

Is Qiao Sinian also a person who shows mercy everywhere? The little guy’s mother is a mystery.

Maybe he is dead, maybe he is still alive.

Also, now that Qiao Sinian is gone, will her heart be taken away to Fang Ya?

Ye Jiaqi can't figure out many problems.

She didn't want to think about it anymore and sat on the bus with her head on her back.

It was pitch black outside, and it was really remote here.

When he arrived at the station, Ye Jiaqi walked down with his bag on his back.

She followed the path before, but for some reason, she always felt that someone was following her.

Hold your heart.

She accelerated her pace.
Chapter completed!