The night was very dry, the moonlight shone on the ground, and a dim yellow color fell on Ye Jiaqi's body.

She looked down at her feet.

Familiar plants and trees.

She wore a white coat today and a burgundy scarf around her neck, which was very sweet.

Her hair has grown longer and the tips are slightly curled, adding a bit of charm to her sweetness.

In winter, the wind is cold and everything is in a state of desolation.

She was waiting, waiting silently.

The scarf covered half of her face, but it still couldn't block the cold night.

She shivered twice and licked her hands, her eyes filled with white mist, and her long eyelashes still had glistening tears hanging on them.

All in all, since she came to the capital, she has never missed the winter in the capital.

The memory is a little blurry.

Every winter, her hands and feet always get cold, and the cold feeling keeps her tossing and turning at night and unable to sleep.

At that time, she always liked to run into Josnian's room in the middle of the night and say coquettishly to him: "Cold."

Josnian avoids suspicion and won't refuse her face to face, but he also won't sleep in the same bed with her.

When she came over, he slept on the sofa and gave her the warm quilt.

He knew that her hands and feet were cold, especially when she was on her period.

Strangely enough, every time she slept on his bed and smelled his scent on his pillow, she could always fall asleep peacefully and sleep until dawn.

She likes his quilt, she likes it very much.

The older he gets, the less happy Josnian becomes and the more he avoids suspicion.

After she was about fifteen years old, if she tried to sneak into his room again, he wouldn't even be able to open the door.

Ye Jiaqi had no choice but to go back and get back into his cold bed.

In today's winter, her hands and feet still get cold, and the problems caused by her mother's womb cannot be cured.

At this moment, Ye Jiaqi was standing in the wind, feeling a little cold.

Neither the coat nor the scarf could hide the biting chill in the capital, which cut into her face like a knife.

Biting cold.

After standing under the open air for half an hour, she felt a little unable to hold on and her feet were numb.

She stamped her feet vigorously and clapped her hands.

Under the empty open air, her figure was particularly lonely.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't bear it.

Hasn't he come back yet?

She didn't dare to go to the door of Qiao's house. She knew that he had issued an order that no one could enter.

She can definitely wait for him, there are many things to say, and she wants to ask him clearly in person.

But, it's really cold.

"Josnian, Josnian..." She muttered his name, "Why don't you come back..."

She is so cold.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't bear it anymore. She took out her mobile phone from her coat pocket with trembling hands, her fingers trembling.

She dialed Josnian's mobile phone number.

She came to China to change her mobile phone card, but she didn't know if he would answer the call.

Sure enough, no one answered the first time.

Ye Jiaqi's hands were red from the cold, and she took a breath of hot breath from her mouth.

A light mist began to float in the air, and her forehead was wet.

She has never tried to wait for someone in such cold weather...

For more than twenty years, the person she had waited for the most was him.

After calling for the third time, someone finally answered.

"Hello." Josnian's usually cold voice said.

"Master Qiao, I'm waiting for you." Ye Jiaqi's voice was trembling and soft.

Josnian's heart skipped a beat and his breathing became rapid: "Where are you."

"You, at the door." After saying this, Ye Jiaqi couldn't hold on anymore and his fingers were numb from the cold.
Chapter completed!