Ye Jiaqi was silent, she slowly walked back to the bedroom and opened the curtains. [No pop-ups. As soon as the curtain was drawn, she saw the bright light outside the window and the bustling city.

From the top of the tall building, you can see everything. She stood by the window, silently, with a watery light in her eyes, sparkling like a lake.

The surging tide in my heart passed, and at this moment, it was much calmer. The capital under the cold wind is very bleak, there are not too many bright colors in sight, and most of them are plain scenery.

.. The winter sun hangs lazily in the sky, and the sun is warm but not dazzling. At night, the lights are bright and the night is low.

The surroundings were shrouded in darkness of the night, with white fog and bright lights. Ye Jiaqi sent a text message to Qiao Sinian: Tianyue Hotel, 1509, I'll wait for you.

Two minutes later, Josnian replied: No. Ye Jiaqi laughed to himself, and sent another one: I'll wait for you.

She didn't know what she was gambling on, but she knew he would come. Ye Jiaqi stood up and took out a bottle of red wine, uncorked it, and poured red wine into two goblets.

A ruby-like liquid cascades down the walls of the transparent glass, giving rise to a dark red sheen in the bright light.

There were only two glasses of red wine left in her pupils, and the red color reflected her eyes, and there was a bit of darkness in the light.

The aroma of red wine wafts through the small bedroom, and the mellow aroma is intoxicating. Two glasses of wine. One is his, one is hers.

After pouring it, she took another white tablet from her bag, crushed it, and threw it in his cup. During the whole process, Ye Jiaqi was extremely calm, his face was not rippling, and he was even as quiet as water.

She sat at the table and waited for him, for him to come. She didn't take a shower, she was still wearing her daytime clothes, she just took off her coat and wore a white sweater.

She tied her hair up with a royal blue headband, which made it more quiet and dignified. Ye Jiaqi sat at the table, holding his cheek with one hand and shaking the goblet in front of him with the other.

Time passed little by little, and the whole bedroom seemed quiet and lonely. Joss didn't text her again.

She continued to wait, believing that he would come. There was a small hourglass timer at the head of the bed in the bedroom, and sometimes, Ye Jiaqi didn't do anything else, just squinted at the timer and watched the sand leak from it.

It's often boring when she waits for him, but she waits for him, but she's willing to wait. Like many nights ago, she sat in the living room of Qiao's house, watching TV and waiting for him.

She loved to wait for him. Although he didn't let her wait, she promised to do so, and the next day she forgot about it. Some things become habits when you do them, just like eating and sleeping, as if they are commonplace.

I just don't know, every time he goes home, is he used to seeing her? If she hadn't waited for him one day, would he have frowned?

Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Jiaqi's lips raised a shallow arc. The capital is a place full of memories, and he is in every memory.

These memories are like crystalline pearls, and he is the red thread that strings the beads.

When the thread breaks, the beads fall apart. The light was dim, and she looked at the red wine in the glass, and she was in a trance.

Is he coming? He's definitely coming. The light refracted by the red wine reflected on her pupils, staining her beautiful eyes with a shallow halo.

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.