"bite--"

The elevator door opens.

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

She ran out of the elevator, walked through the hotel lobby, and ran straight into the deep winter night in Beijing.

As soon as I left the hotel, it was a world of ice and fire.

A gust of cold wind blew on her body, and she couldn't help but tremble again. She folded her arms and her steps were messy.

She didn't know where to go, so she hid under a tree on the side of the road and silently looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar city.

The roads are still busy with cars and horses and pedestrians.

But she was aimless.

The cold wind in winter was biting, blowing into her neck with a chill.

There was a fire burning in her body, which could not be extinguished. She felt as if she was in a desert, and she was unbearably manic.

"It feels so uncomfortable..." Ye Jiaqi frowned uncomfortably.

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

The cold wind blew on her body, making her feel cold outside and hot inside her body. She was so painful that she wanted to burst.

This feeling has never happened before.

The wind blew her long hair, which was messy and stained her face with tears.

It will feel better if the wind blows, but it will be very cold.

She stood blankly under the tree, not knowing where to go.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there when she saw a familiar figure walking hurriedly in front of the hotel.

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

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were dazed for a moment.

Although she had not met Han Yurou a few times, she remembered Han Yurou's appearance, petite and exquisite, with graceful figure.

Her deepest impression of Han Yurou was her smile.

Han Yurou has a sweet smile, with a hint of student energy, but she is also like a little princess who has been pampered and grown up, very gentle.

Ye Jiaqi looked in the direction of the hotel entrance, with bitterness filling the corners of his lips.

When Han Yurou goes up, everything will be over.

However, everything can start again.

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

He won't blame her.

He couldn't bear to blame her.

Thinking of the time she snuggled in his arms at night, Ye Jiaqi's heart trembled again.

One of her favorite things to do was to sit in his arms like a lazy cat, but she lost him forever.

She could no longer nestle in his arms.

From now on, there will be another woman by his side.

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

This picture pops up in my mind, and that picture pops up in my mind.

She supported the tree trunk and suddenly squatted down and cried loudly——

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

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

From now on, no one will wipe away her tears and laugh at her "why she loves to cry so much".

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

She didn't know if he would accuse her, but he wouldn't do anything to her.

She asked him what she would do if she made a mistake.

He said that if it was not serious, he could condone it.

He would condone her mistake.

She will leave early tomorrow morning. She hopes to hear good news about Qiao Group in the future.

He wants to be well.

In the dark corner, Ye Jiaqi was crying, her collar wet with tears.
Chapter completed!