She missed him and couldn't stand it for a moment.

Meng Chen came here today to ask her if she would go to Chicago. In fact, she had already told her in a silly manner that Qiao Sinian would not come back.

Maybe he had found Qiao Sinian's corpse, but he did not tell her, nor did he fulfill his promise to let her see it, probably because he was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

The feeling of discomfort in the stomach began to roll again, one after another.

Ye Jiaqi frowned, clutching his pajamas in his little hands, and bitter smells surged in his throat.

Her face became paler.

"Mr. Meng, I've gone upstairs..." She raised her eyes and looked at him.

Meng Chen nodded at this time. He knew that nothing he said was useless.

Maybe some injuries are left to time.

Ye Jiaqi turned around, stepped on slippers, and walked up the stairs railing.

She had to hold on for a month, for a whole month, she couldn't hold on anymore...

Ye Jiaqi's back is thin and thin, which is in sharp contrast to the huge house.

She went to the second floor silently, with no expression on her face, as plain as water, calm and unstoppable.

Meng Chen shook his head, unable to do so, so he had to go back.

On the second floor, Ye Jiaqi closed the door and sat on her and Qiao Sinian's big bed.

During this period, the place she stayed the most was also in the bedroom. She always felt that the air in the bedroom was still left with the breath of Qiao Si Nian. Sitting in the bedroom was as if he was still by his side.

She found out the red rope that Qiao Chengfan had tied for her and tied it back to her wrist.

She has one of this rope, and Qiao Sinian has one of it.

She hopes that the rope can hold their fate in this life and meet them in the next life...

Whether it is love, hatred, or resentment, this life ends here.

Ye Jiaqi sat silently at the head of the bed, silently saying a word, looking at the white wall opposite, with no brilliance in his pupils.

Outside the window is a clear sky, with green flowers blooming.

It was almost the same time when I met him. He was the most beautiful landscape painting in her life.

Thousands of brushes cannot describe one ten thousandth of his.

May a hundred flowers pave the way for the time and the phoenix guide the fate of three lives.

In the next life, she must meet him.

Ye Jiaqi's right hand gently stroked the red rope on his left hand, and his movements were gentle and gentle to the extreme.

"Joinian... I'll accompany you, okay..." Ye Jiaqi bent the corners of his lips, and the upward curve was extremely sad and tender.

The corners of the lips are blooming dimples.

In front of him, Qiao Sinian seemed to appear, and he stretched out his hand at her.

Ye Jiaqi also stretched out his hand, his fingers connected and never separated.

I remember when I first met, he was like this. He reached out to the dirty, so he gave her a lollipop and took her home.

No... She was obviously following him shamelessly, running while crying and shouting, "Big dog, take me home."

Take her home...

Is it good to take her home...

"Qiao Sinian, take me away..." Ye Jiaqi stretched out his hand and tried to hold Qiao Sinian's fingers. There was a layer of hopeful agility in the confusion in his eyes.

Take her away.

This time, it will never be separated.

No one can lose anyone, and we must always be with us on the road to the underworld.

Three lives and three lives, and for generations.

They must never leave each other.

"Wait for me, I'll come soon, you have to wait for me..." Ye Jiaqi's lips raised, and the smile at the corner of his mouth did not fade.

Reunion is the best ending.

And she will be able to reunite with him soon.
Chapter completed!