Masaki walked over and put the dessert in his hand in front of the girl, "Your favorite dessert, very unique taste."

The girl wearing sunglasses got up from the table, saw the dessert on the plate in front of her, seemed a little surprised, and subconsciously asked, "Is it your birthday today?"

"No, my colleague's birthday, I don't want to waste it", Masaki shook his head, and after saying that, he turned around and walked back to his old position.

"Happy birthday to your colleague", the girl opened the dessert, suddenly thought of something, looked at Masaki and asked, "How old are you?"

"How old are you?" Masaki didn't answer her, but asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't matter," the girl shook her head, glanced timidly at the empty seat across from Masaki, picked up dessert, and walked to Masanori's table with some hesitation.

Masaki saw her coming over and looked up into her eyes.

A trace of panic and cowardice flashed in the girl's eyes, as well as a trace of deep inferiority, and when she saw Zhengji looking at her, her movements paused slightly, and she said with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I was too proactive." ”

"No, listen to me, come and sit", Masaki shook his head, helped her push the chair away, and stretched out his hand.

"All right!" the girl let out a long breath, and sat down as if she had made up her mind.

"I really didn't bother you, did I?" the girl reconfirmed with a glance at Masaki.

"No," Masaki shook his head.

The girl put the handbag in her hand on the empty seat next to her with a little restraint, clasped her fingers, and said, "I just want to find someone to have a good chat with and then go on business."

"Okay!" Masaki nodded, closed the book, and looked at her.

"My name is Terry," the girl said.

"Masaki", Masaki shook hands with her gently, speaking of which, this is the first time that the two know each other's names after so many meetings.

"My real name is Elena", the girl brushed her red hair, took off her sunglasses, and smiled at Masaki, who keenly captured the bruises in the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong with your face?" asked Masaki.

"I just accidentally bumped into it", Tyri's eyes flashed with embarrassment and sadness when he heard Masaki's doubts.

Masaki nodded, whether it was true or not, he could tell that Terry didn't want to say much about it.

There was a brief silence between the two.

After a few seconds, Terry took a light breath, took out a disc from his bag, looked at it in his hand a few times, and then handed it to Masaki, while saying, "The song I recorded is not very professional, give me your opinion after listening to it." ”

Masaki took the disc and flipped through it, the front of the disc read "My Song, Elena "Terry"", Masaki nodded, he remembered a previous conversation, Terry said she liked to sing.

"Elena," Masaki said with a slight smile as he looked at her.

"I don't know if I can do it," Terry said shyly as he looked at Masaki.

"I think you have infinite possibilities!" Masaki nodded and said seriously.

"In your world, maybe, in mine, it's not like that," Terry smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Then change it!" said Masaki, looking into her eyes.

"Are you Japanese?" asked Terry as he suddenly looked at Masaki.

"No, I'm Chinese," Masaki shook his head.

"Huaguo, the country of TVXQ", a hint of yearning flashed in Terry's eyes, "I have always wanted to go to Huaguo, I heard that there are many miracles there."

"Welcome," Masaki said with a smile.

Suddenly, Terry's cell phone rang again, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"I'm sorry", Terry picked up the phone, looked at the incoming call on the phone, and suddenly wanted to make up his mind, and pressed the power off button.

"What are you doing in the United States?" Terry put down his phone and looked at Masaki.

"Learn the piano," Masaki said truthfully.

"The piano, it's a beautiful instrument," Terry said, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Masaki's fingers.

The two of them chatted in the coffee shop until late at night.

On the streets at night, there were already very few people, and Masaki and Terry walked side by side.

Starlight sprinkled on the street, and Terry seemed to enjoy the moment, hugging his shoulders as he walked while looking at the quiet surroundings, "I like the late night now".

"Really?" Masaki looked at her.

"Well, everything is dark, as if there are infinite possibilities", Terry said, looking at Masaki, "What about you, do you also like to take a walk late at night?"

"I can't sleep at night", Masaki nodded, said with his hands behind his back, full of energy, so that he now sleeps less and less.

"Then I can listen to your story", Terry suddenly smiled mischievously.

"How's your piano learning?" Terry said as he looked at Masaki.

"Everything is progressing," Masaki said.

The two of them walked across the bridge in this way, and further on, it was Masaki's apartment.

"My house is right in front of me," Masaki said as he stopped and looked at Terry.

"Then I'll call a taxi", Terry looked at the apartment not far away, and his eyes seemed to be a little reluctant.

At this time, behind the two, a Mercedes-Benz drove quickly, bypassed the two, and stopped a few meters away.

"Thank you for chatting with me, Masaki", Terry didn't pay attention and said goodbye to Masaki.

"You're welcome, Elena", Masaki called her real name once, shaking Terry's hand.

Terry showed a smile, then turned his head, but saw the Mercedes-Benz, the smile on his face froze there, and said in his mouth: "It's miserable", and then looked at Masaki, his mood was obviously low, and he said "goodbye", and walked towards Mercedes-Benz.

At this time, the door behind the Mercedes-Benz opened, and a man in a suit walked down, with a look of displeasure, walked quickly in front of Terry, and said in a serious tone, "What good have you done!" while grabbing Terry's shoulders tightly with both hands.

Obviously, he was holding it so hard that a look of pain appeared on Terry's face.

"Svila, that guest hit me!" Terry said loudly with a look of grievance and helplessness.

However, what answered her was a heavy slap in the face, which made her whole person take a few steps back, accompanied by Svera's angry voice: "Which green onion are you!"

This scene, Masaki who had been paying attention to it didn't have time to stop it, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his body took a few steps forward.

"It's okay!" Terry obviously noticed Masaki's movements, and although he was pinched in the face by Swilla, he still shook his head at Masaki and said, she didn't want to cause trouble for Masaki.

And the driver who was driving, seeing that Masaki wanted to come out, also stepped out of the car at this moment, and he already had a black pistol in his hand, and the threat was self-evident.

"You figure out the situation for me, the guest is always right!" Svera didn't pay any attention to Masaki, and kept saying to Terry, pinching Terry's cheek hard, "Why don't you answer my call!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's okay, Masaki!" Terry kept apologizing, giving Masaki a firm look and letting him go.

Masaki's clenched fist slowly loosened, and he took a soft breath as he watched Terry being held hostage by the man and got into the car.

"Do you want to give him a business card?" Terry said, the man with the pistol in his hand glanced at Masaki and smiled sarcastically.

Svera glanced at Masaki, frowned, spread his hands, stepped forward in three steps, and said in a light tone: "This girl is not on the road, call this number, I can call you better", while speaking, he took out a business card and handed it to Masaki.

Masaki took the business card, which read "Victoria's Secret Club".

Svera turned around and returned to the car, suddenly thought of something, looked back at Masaki with a smile and said, "Don't be shy, welcome your call", after speaking, the car sped away, and Terry, in the back row of the shadows, looked at Masaki with a business card in his hand with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

On the night of the second day, Masaki did not see Terry in the store, and on the third day, she did not show up for a whole week.

Until today, he walked to the store, ordered a dessert, and asked the boss casually, "That girl, why hasn't you come recently?"

The boss glanced at Masaki, sighed softly, and said to Maki, "I heard that she was in the ICU of Baidu Hospital, and she was beaten up."

Masaki nodded, settled the bill, but didn't take dinner, turned around and walked out.

At night, there were only a few nurses on duty at the Baidu Public Hospital, and Masaki walked to the intensive care unit area on the third floor, looking into each ward as he walked.

Suddenly, he stopped, and in one of the wards, the familiar girl was lying on the hospital bed, a bottle of liquid was flowing into her body along the transparent hose, and to her surprise, the side of her face was a large crimson bruise, so swollen that she couldn't open her left eye!

And beside her, a blonde girl sat next to her, seemingly coming to visit her.

"You'll be fine, Elena", the blonde gently wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth, which was so swollen that she couldn't close.

Elena opened her right eye, sadness and despair in her eyes, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this scene, Masaki sighed slightly and sat on the bench in the corridor at the door.

After a few minutes, the blonde walked out, with tears on her face, a sad expression with empathetic pain, trembling slightly and taking out a paper cup from the water dispenser on the side, wanting to receive some hot water, but her trembling hands could not hold the water cup steadily, and the hot water spilled on the back of her hand, making her can't help but show a painful look.

"Be careful!" a nice male voice rang in her ears, and Masaki appeared next to her at some point, handing her a few tissues while helping her fill up the water.