That night, Li Jiaen still took Sang Ji to a nearby bar for a drink.

She said that while she had this thought and this impulse today, she would paralyze the heart beating for Su Yuan by the way.

They walked through the huge Xinghe Square, passed by the Pearl Hotel, went around a certain alley, and turned the corner to stand on a neon-lit bar street.

Li Jiaen's mood was extremely bad.

The most sad thing for her is not the rejection of her confession, but what she thinks she is...... Su Yuan likes her.

Coming to this kind of glittering environment again, Sang Ji was a little cramped, but with the smug Li Jiaen there, she was not so nervous again.

Li Jiaen dragged Sang Ji to the front desk, threw out the big red envelopes collected on his birthday, ordered a lot of different kinds of wine, and asked for a booth.

At half past ten, the bar was not the hottest time for the most people, but Li Jiaen was already drunk.

She hugged Sang Ji's petite body and cried heartbreakingly: "Why, why hasn't he seen me for so many years?" ”

On the left is the deafening DJ music, and on the right is Li Jiaen's ghost crying wolf.

Sang Ji blinked helplessly, and let Li Jiaen move around and roar noisily.

Finally, she took the glass and poured a bottle of wine with no known name.

A glass of foreign wine went down her stomach, and the mellow aroma of wine spread in her mouth, so fascinated that she unconsciously poured another glass.

The second glass of wine was brought to his lips.

Kuangki felt that his body began to change, his head shook a little, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Both sober and confused, a kind of inexplicable, unclear, but feel very good.

She tilted her head and drank the second glass of wine, her eyes suddenly overflowing with mist, blurring her vision.

Li Jiaen, who was lying on her lap, raised his hand to wipe his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sangji, it's raining." ”

"Hmmm......"

The corners of Sang Ji's mouth were raised, his face was slightly red from drunkenness, and tears slipped down in strings.

She pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth curled sweeter, "He can't see me either." ”

-

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Xu Jiamu, who was still working overtime in the company for a meeting, rang his mobile phone.

He looked at the name that jumped on the screen and hesitated for a second, "Hey? ”

"Xu Jiamu," Sang Ji's choked and sobbing voice came from the earpiece, "I miss you so much!" ”

"It's clear that you're around, but why can't you feel it?"

"I feel like we're a long way off...... Far away, too far away for me to touch. ”

"Xu Jiamu," Sang Ji said and paused, "can you lean over a little, just a little." ”

Sang Ji took a deep breath, his hand on his forehead drooped, and he couldn't stop trembling, and the tears that overflowed his eyes became more and more turbulent.

Xu Jiamu was silent.

Listening to the music that accompanied her words, his voice was instantly cold, and he asked, "Where are you?" ”

Sanji shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Xu Jiamu narrowed her inky eyes, and said with a gloomy face: "The name of the bar." ”

Sang Ji's sobbing voice paused, she reached out and patted her hot little face, and cried completely: "I really don't know-"

Li Jiaen, who had slept for half an hour, came back to consciousness for half a minute, was woken up by Sang Ji's sad cry, grabbed the handrail and got up, his head approached dizzily, and his hand held her wet little face and asked, "Why are you crying?" ”

Sang Ji hiccuped and sobbed, unable to answer for a while.

Li Jiaen lowered his mouth, took out a tissue and tried to wipe it on her face, the heartache that had just fallen was faintly attacked, crying and comforting Sang Ji: "Don't cry......"