The house was quiet and silent, Xu Jiamu seemed to have worked overtime and did not return, or lived directly in the company.

Sang Ji put down his bag, rubbed his hungry stomach and walked to the refrigerator, opened the cabinet door, picked up the breakfast bag left over from the day before yesterday, and tore it piece by piece.

Before all the bread was in his stomach, Sang Ji heard the ringing of a mobile phone.

She turned her head to look at the bag hanging from the coat rack, shoved the small piece of bread she had just torn off into her mouth, and got up to get it.

Li Jiaen's phone.

Sang Ji slid the answer button, and before the phone reached his ear, he heard her say in a low and choked voice: "Sang Ji, I'm out of love." ”

Li Jiaen's voice was full of sadness, touching a place in Sang Ji's heart.

"Will you come to me?" Her words were weak as if she was asking for help, "I'm at the back door of Xinghe Square. ”

-

As soon as Sang Ji got out of the car, he saw Li Jiaen sitting on a stone chair next to the fountain.

A long lamppost stood beside the stone chair, and the dim light shone on Li Jiaen's huddled body.

Tonight, there is an event at the main entrance of Xinghe Square, and the flow of people gathers there to watch the excitement, and the back door is particularly deserted.

Xu heard the familiar footsteps, she looked up, her pale little face was full of sorrow, tears overflowed from her eyes, and her voice shouted hoarsely: "Sang Ji ......"

It was the first time that Sang Ji saw Li Jiaen's decadent appearance, she was slightly stunned and walked over slowly.

Li Jiaen suddenly got up, hugged Sang Ji, put his head on her shoulder, and finally couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart, and cried out.

She sobbed and said, "Sang Ji, Su Yuan rejected me, and he left me here alone, but today is... It's mine... Birthday! ”

After she finished speaking, she cried even more distressingly.

Sang Ji grasped the fist in his hand, and when he lifted it, he released it, and his palm landed on her back and stroked it gently.

At this time, Sang Ji didn't know what to say to comfort Li Jiaen.

She has never experienced rejection of her confession, nor has she confessed, and she even has to hide secretly if she likes someone.

She didn't understand how Li Jiaen felt at the moment, she only knew that the girl in front of her was so sad that she couldn't help herself.

Sang Jiyan's red lips were tightly pursed, and her hand that fell on Li Jiaen's back did not move, and she held her in her arms by her shoulders.

Ten minutes later, Li Jiaen slowly stopped sobbing.

The whole person leaned on Sang Ji weakly, leaned into her ear, and said in a soft and empty tone: "Sang Ji, I want to drink." ”

Sang Ji lowered his eyelids, glanced at the best friend's bracelet on his wrist, and said "um" after a minute.

She put her hands on Li Jiaen's shoulders, pulled away from the arms of the two, lifted the white paper bag placed on the stone chair, and took out the packaged small cardboard box to open it.

"It's okay," Sang Ji said as he took out the bracelet inside and put it on Li Jiaen, "If it doesn't work once, then chase it again, and if you don't agree, you will pester him until you don't like it." ”

Listening to Sang Ji's words, Li Jiaen smiled.

"Why don't you like it?" She reached out to wipe away the tears on her face and asked, "Shouldn't it be that the more two people stick together, the heavier the love in their hearts?" ”

Sang Ji thought about it and nodded, but his eyes looked away, and he said unconcernedly: "Maybe you will get tired." ”

Li Jiaen pursed his lips, raised his arm to the light, and the broken diamonds dotted on the bracelet sparkled, "I won't get tired, even if I follow Su Yuan all my life, even if he has other women, even if he really doesn't like me, I love him as much as ever and will never give up." ”