A crystal tear swirled in his eyes and landed on the steaming plum cake. [No pop-ups. 】

One drop, two drops, three drops

The original sweet and greasy cake, after taking a bite, I couldn't swallow it.

There was nothing around, and she just sat on the steps, motionless.

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

She thought, and suddenly she understood one word—

Depend on each other.

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

In the empty alley, on the steps, she cried loudly.

The cry echoed, like a dusk drum and morning bell, again and again.

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

Time has not passed, and people have dispersed.

Ye Jiaqi covered his face, his shoulders twitched, and his throat was filled with bitterness.

In the middle of winter, the cold wind blows.

In the whole world, in the whole surroundings, she was the only one sitting alone on the steps, not knowing the time, not knowing the warmth and cold.

The shadow of loneliness elongated and fell lonely on the steps.

Ye Jiaqi's cry of pain floated around, and it was particularly sad to hear in the empty alley.

There was only one poem left in her ear lingering—

"Everything is wrong with the gate, and everything is different from what comes from."

What is the same thing that comes from the same place?

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were swollen, and her heart was like a boulder pressing against her, so that she couldn't breathe at all.

Painful, sharp, depressing.

Breathing becomes difficult.

This boulder that sank deep in her heart hurt a lot more than she imagined.

The light under the eyes is disappearing little by little, and the constricted pupils seem to be out of focus, scattered and alienated.

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

It's getting late.

It was only when the last glimmer of light in the sky was swallowed up that she dragged her tired body to her feet up.

Walking aimlessly, her face was pale.

Walk out of this alley and cross an empty road to get to the nearest bus stop.

She didn't really know how she got here today, it seemed that it was just because it was quiet.

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

It's so quiet that there's not a bit of life.

When it got dark, Ye Jiaqi got on the bus and rushed home.

Qiao Chengfan and Huo Jingyi should have had a good time.

Huo Jingyi used to call him a little cub and liked to tease the little guy, but now he always sighs with her, the little guy is so pitiful.

yes, poor little one.

Huo Jingyi also told her that he had made it up when he said that Chengfan's mother died at a young age, but in fact, he didn't know who Chengfan's mother was.

Ye Jiaqi thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of who Qiao Chengfan's mother was and where she was.

For in those twelve years, she had not seen Joss bring a woman back to live with her.

I used to think it was Fang Ya, but now it doesn't seem to be.

Fang Ya has a bad heart and can't get pregnant.

Could it be that Joss is also a merciless person? The little one's mother is a mystery.

Maybe dead, maybe alive.

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

There are many questions, Ye Jiaqi can't figure it out.

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

It's pitch black outside, and it's really remote.

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

She followed the same path as before, but for some reason, she always felt that there were people behind her.

Heart-to-mouth.

She quickened her pace.

The faster you go, the more your heart will jump out of your throat, which is terrifying.