After a long time, Ye Jiaqi stood up from the ground.

She braced herself against the wall and turned on the light.

When the lights came on, Ye Jiaqi couldn't adapt to the darkness and covered his eyes with his hands.

When she slowly adapted to the light, she slowly opened her eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked!

There was blood on the back of her hands and clothes?!

Ye Jiaqi was frightened!

Yes, it's blood.

Red blood!

She was fine when she came back, why is there so much blood now?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly realized that this blood... belonged to Josnian.

She glanced at the ground. There was no blood on the ground. It was probably the wound she touched when she was struggling?

She didn't turn on the light just now, so she couldn't even see Josnian's expression clearly, let alone his wound.

But there was indeed blood on her hands and scarf.

Ye Jiaqi ran to the door, opened it with one hand, and ran to the elevator!

"Josnian!" she shouted.

No one responded.

The apartment area is quiet and peaceful at night, with not a single noise heard.

Ye Jiaqi took the elevator downstairs, from the eighth floor to the first floor.

The wind outside was blowing loudly, and the temperature difference between day and night in Chicago in winter is huge.

Ye Jiaqi walked to the open space downstairs and looked around at a loss. There was no sign of Josnian anywhere!

In fact, no one was walking around here. It was too late.

"Josnian!" she shouted again.

Still, no one responded.

Ye Jiaqi chased her out from the gate of the community. The wind blew her messy hair, and her shadow was lengthened by the street lamp, leaving her alone.

She chased him for a long distance, but she didn't see the familiar figure.

Ye Jiaqi stood there and looked at it blankly.

There is no one around.

She rubbed her eyebrows. He was very drunk. He must not have come alone. She didn't need to worry.

But when she lowered her head and saw the blood on her hands, she was still frightened.

The blood stain has dried, but it is still red under the streetlight.

Ye Jiaqi's heart stopped for a beat and fell out of rhythm.

How could he be injured?

Why do you still drink when you are injured? Why do you have to take a 12-hour flight to Chicago?

A gust of cold wind blew over, and Ye Jiaqi crossed his arms and shivered.

There was a sudden chill in my heart.

She crossed her arms and walked back slowly.

The wind ruffled her hair, and until she walked into the apartment on the eighth floor, she still looked a little dazed and confused.

She looked at the blood on her hands and frowned in fear.

Rao is a normal person and would be scared when seeing blood. What's more, her fists were covered in blood.

She was almost certain that it was the remaining blood from when she punched his chest just now.

Ye Jiaqi felt a chill down his spine.

With so much blood, is he really going to die?

Ye Jiaqi stood leaning against the wall for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

Xiao Guai was scratching the wall anxiously. What's wrong with Qiqi? Why don't you play with it?

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, his eyes filled with indifferent tiredness.

a long time--

She then walked to the bathroom and cleaned the blood on her hands.

The white pool was stained with red, and the color shocked her.

He was seriously injured.

But in the darkness, he never let her turn on the light, and she couldn't even see his face clearly.

He works and goes on business trips on weekdays. Even if he has many enemies, how can he be easily injured?

Ye Jiaqi couldn't figure it out.

My mind is still where it was ten minutes ago, completely blank.
Chapter completed!