The night is dark and the night is low.

The most familiar smell of winter is in the air around us, withered grass, withered poplars, yellow leaves... all the scenes form the simplest scene in the night.

Occasionally, when Ye Jiaqi didn't speak, the surroundings would fall into silence.

In the silence, she would hear Josnian's shallow breathing.

She lay quietly on his shoulder, like a child.

The stars are bright and brilliant.

And he is brighter than the stars and more dazzling than the stream of light.

He has been dormant in her heart for many years, and has become one with his heart. Even though thousands of sails have passed, she will never forget his appearance.

She originally thought that time would make her forget every bit of her time with him, but later she discovered that some people were engraved in her heart.

The wind can't blow it away, and the rain can't blow it away.

On the contrary, as time passes, the mark will deepen.

Ye Jiaqi always had a smile on his face, as beautiful as a sunflower.

The time spent with him always seemed to fly by very quickly. After a while, Josnian was standing at the door of Qiao's house.

The lights in Qiao's house were on, but Butler Sun was still busy.

When Josnian came back with Ye Jiaqi on his back, Butler Sun walked out.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Master Qiao, Miss Ye, I have prepared tea and hot drinks."

"Yeah." Josnian nodded.

Ye Jiaqi shyly hid behind him.

Fortunately, there is no one else in Qiao Zhai, otherwise it would be very embarrassing.

"Put me down." Ye Jiaqi lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

Josnian didn't follow her and carried her into the warm living room.

He put on her slippers and took off her scarf and coat.

Josnian's handsome face didn't have much expression, but his deep eyes contained infinite affection.

Ye Jiaqi ran to the coffee table and poured him boiled water.

"Remember to take the medicine." Ye Jiaqi said as he put the medicine away for him.

Josnian calmed down in front of her and took medicine three times a day on time.

He is in good physical condition and recovered quickly. He was just discharged from the hospital yesterday and there is nothing serious today.

Ye Jiaqi warmed his hands with a cup of hot water and sat on the sofa watching TV.

"Master Qiao, don't you think the house is too deserted?" she hinted, leaning lazily on the sofa.

"You should know that I never like excitement." Josnian put his notebook on his lap, opened it, and looked at the screen.

"But I like it. If it's too deserted, I'll be scared."

"What, your apartment in Chicago has a lot of people at home? Huh?"

"..." Ye Jiaqi rolled his eyes at him. He really couldn't have a good conversation, really.

Ye Jiaqi staged a bubble drama, in which the heroine was crying with snot and tears, complaining that the hero had no conscience.

Ye Jiaqi snorted coldly: "This man looks a lot like you."

"Can you look at something else?" Josnian said with disgust.

"No." Ye Jiaqi pursed his lips.

Josnian turned his head and glanced at her with a deep look. She looked like a person...well, like his precious son.

Josnian ignored her, lowered his head, and continued to look at the laptop screen.

The living room is warm, like spring, and I don't feel cold at all.

Ye Jiaqi likes to be lively, but doesn't like running around. She thinks it's good to stay together quietly like this.

There was nothing interesting about the TV program, so Ye Jiaqi simply leaned over and looked at his notebook.
Chapter completed!