Ye Jiaqi smiled and threw the ragdoll cat into his arms: "Liar, how could my little darling miss me?"

In fact, Cheng Yuzhi is a big liar.

When they returned to the bakery, Cheng Yuzhi picked up the little boy from the garden and gave him to Ye Jiaqi.

The little guy misses Ye Jiaqi. He looks at Ye Jiaqi with his big eyes and wants to put all four paws on Ye Jiaqi's body.

"Meow--"

"Meow--"

Ye Jiaqi loved her little boy so much that he giggled and held him in his arms.

"Fat." She looked at the little guy carefully.

Xiaoguai licked the back of Ye Jiaqi's hand and looked at Ye Jiaqi with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not angry if you say you're fat." Ye Jiaqi touched its little head.

Cheng Yuzhi sent her to the apartment.

He held the suitcase and walked behind, while Ye Jiaqi held Xiaoguai and walked beside him.

Under the stairs, an old American woman said in English: "The family is back from traveling?"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said nothing, and Ye Jiaqi quickly explained: "No, we are friends."

"Oh!" The old lady suddenly realized.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

As soon as the little boy returned to his home, he ran as fast as he could, from the bedroom to the living room, and then from the living room to the kitchen, without stopping.

"Just put the suitcase in the bedroom. I'll pack it later."

"Are you hungry? It's almost lunch time. I'll take you downstairs for dinner later?" Cheng Yuzhi asked.

"I'm not too hungry. I ate on the plane, but I'm just a little tired. I think..."

"Okay, you rest, I'll go back first. Call me when you're done, I'll be there." Cheng Yuzhi was considerate, his face was bright and gentle, and his eyes were burning and tender, like willows in March.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed his temples and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, I really appreciate it."

"Rest, don't be too tired, just call me if you need anything."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't stay any longer. He saw a tired look on Ye Jiaqi's face.

He waved to her again before leaving her apartment.

Ye Jiaqi was indeed very tired and dizzy, the sequelae of flying.

She settled her little boy and went to the bedroom to pack her luggage.

Ye Jiaqi forced himself to squat on the ground, hung his clothes in the closet, and placed his daily necessities on the spot.

Her clothes were all washed by Qiao Zhai's servants, and they still had the scent of Qiao Zhai. She had smelled them since she was a child, and the familiar feeling lingered.

Suddenly, just as she was taking out all her clothes, she found a box underneath the box——

This box!

Ye Jiaqi's eyes widened!

This is the Snow White tin box that she once struggled to find...

The iron box has long been rusted, and the Snow White pattern on the lid is blurred, leaving only a little bit of color that is faintly discernible.

Ye Jiaqi's hands were trembling, and a light mist appeared in his eyes.

How did this box end up in her suitcase?

She had been looking for so long in Qiao's house last year but couldn't find it. Why did she suddenly appear?

Even though she hadn't opened the box in years, she knew what was inside.

They are all little notes she wrote back then.

There are no big articles on it, just her random thoughts about her mood, the weather, him...

Seeing this box now, Ye Jiaqi's heart felt as if he had been hit by a hammer.

There was a "boom" and it broke.

With trembling hands, she took the box out of the suitcase and opened it carefully.

Where it enters the eye——
Chapter completed!