In the quiet private room, Ye Jiaqi was a little at a loss.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Outside was the noisy city and the blurred lights, and there was only her lonely figure in the private room.

The light pulled her thin shadow long and shone on the ground, and she was alone.

I don’t know how long she had cried, but she raised her head from her arms and silently opened the cake box.

His eyes are red and crystal water droplets are hanging on his long eyelashes.

At this moment, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

He didn't come, and never called her back.

There was heating in the private room, but she felt chill.

Between her and him, it can never be pure.

During this period, she and him were extremely peaceful, and no one mentioned the third person, even Qiao Chengfan.

Be careful, be cautious and subtle.

But no matter how much caution is, it is just a desire to cover up. Neither she nor him can cover up everything that has happened.

She had always known that he was a cruel person.

So... there is no reason to be kind to enemies.

Maybe he came to Chicago just to let her taste the feeling of being trampled again.

She admitted that he was quite successful.

He knows how to grasp a person's psychological measure. Of course, if he doesn't understand, how can he stand on the high ground of the capital and call the wind and rain?

She underestimated him too much.

She watched the fireworks with her, cooked her for a meal, picked her up to and from get off work... She made an appointment with him to celebrate his birthday.

However, he has never been a waste of time and never wastes his energy on useless things.

Ye Jiaqi opened the cake box and the aroma of cream came to his face.

It was almost eight o'clock, and he couldn't have come.

This is the cake she made by herself, and it is the most beautiful cake she has made so far, without any flaws.

OK, eat the cake you make yourself...

Ye Jiaqi cut the cake with a knife, first cut a small piece and put it on a plate.

She ate the cake silently, the cream was delicious, the fruit was fresh, and it was sweet no matter how you ate it.

Maybe he would never know that she made a cake with her own hands on his birthday.

Ye Jiaqi ate it one by one, and the sweet smell slid into her throat. Suddenly, her nose became sore and two lines of tears fell on the cake.

As she ate, she tasted bitter.

It’s obviously a very sweet cake, why is it bitter? Did she put the wrong thing?

Yes, otherwise how could the cake be bitter?

But this was made by her own hands, and she made it for two hours... She wanted to finish it.

In the quiet private room, only Ye Jiaqi was eating the cake alone.

Time is silent and figure is lonely.

The warm light shone on her face, and apart from being confused, there was not much expression in her eyes.

It seemed that just a friend broke the appointment.

nothing……

Ye Jiaqi ate a whole box of cakes for a long time before he ate half of them.

The neat words "Happy Birthday" hurt her eyes.

She ate bite by bite, and was still eating.

Until I can't eat it anymore.

The table was in a mess, and there was still a small half of the cake left.

It was late at night.

No matter what, she will wait until twelve o'clock, which is also her last little patience and support.

Ye Jiaqi looked at the wall opposite with empty eyes blankly. There were exquisite decorative paintings on the wall, but she could not see anything in her eyes...

The taste of four years ago once again came to my heart.

Wait, wait endlessly.

She didn't know why she fell twice in the same thing, but she should understand that the person she was waiting for... will never be her beloved.
Chapter completed!