Qiao An cried for a long time before stopping her crying. She raised her hand and wiped away the tears from her face. She looked at the gate of the Qiao family, but did not go in. Instead, she took a step and walked towards the door of the community.

Qiao Anxia didn't know what was wrong with her. When Qiao Anhao walked past the door, she hid in a panic. Because she was a little anxious, she accidentally rubbed the rose vine with only branches left on the side. The sharp branches cut her wrist. She gasped in pain, subconsciously covering the wound. Then when Qiao Anhao's figure walked past the door, she walked out again, stood at the door, looking at Qiao Anhao's back, with a complicated expression.

"Xia Xia?" As Cheng Yang's voice sounded, Qiao Anxia's shoulder was hugged, and she suddenly came to her senses.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Yang asked in a gentle tone. Looking along her gaze, she saw the streets that were blurred under the street lights, and her eyebrows were frowned: "Where is Qiao Qiao?"

"Let's go." Qiao Anxia smiled at Cheng Yang, her face pale.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Cheng Yang grabbed Qiao Anxia's shoulder worriedly, and then saw her wrist covering her hard, and frowned even further: "Is it injured? Why did you do it?"

"It's nothing, it just accidentally cut it." Qiao Anxia suddenly felt a little tired. After saying this, she got into Cheng Yang's arms and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Why are you so careless?" Cheng Yang took the opportunity to take the lead and said a little bit of heartache in his complaints.

Qiao Anxia didn't say anything, but just rubbed her head against his shoulder, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

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Qiao Anhao came out of the community, chose a random direction, and walked aimlessly.

On New Year's Eve, the streets were empty, with almost no people or vehicles.

The stores on both sides of the street, which are usually very lively, are closed at this time, and occasionally the sound of firecrackers from far or near are heard.

Qiao Anhao walked for a long time before he stopped. It was late at night and it was New Year's Eve again, and there were almost no taxi. Qiao Anhao walked to the bench on the bus stop sign and sat down.

After waiting for about ten minutes, I didn't wait for the bus, but I waited for an old lady who was crossing the street.

The old lady looked very old, her hair was snow-white, but she walked steadily.

When the old lady was about to walk to Qiao Anhao, she suddenly jumped over from the corner. The speed was very fast and she didn't hit the old lady, but she almost rushed over to the old lady's speed.

The old man was frightened and did not stand firm for a while and fell to the ground.

The motorcycle showed no sign of stopping, but instead accelerated the speed. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

The old lady sat on the ground for a long time and didn't stand up. Qiao Anhao had seen many reports. Even a kind-hearted person saw the old man falling down and helping him, but was beaten back. She was also a little worried that she would meddle in other people's affairs and mess with her.

But when I think of New Year's Eve, an old man, like himself, was alone on the street without the company of his family, which was really pitiful.

Qiao An hesitated for a while, finally stood up and walked over. Before she could even ask the old lady if there was anything wrong, the old lady suddenly shouted in surprise: "Jinnian?"
Chapter completed!