The bed was cold, and Ye Jiaqi could not fall asleep all night.

It wasn't until four or five o'clock in the morning, when it was still dark, that she fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't sleep deeply, and she moved several times in a daze. Many times, she used her accustomed posture to hug the person next to her pillow, but found that there was no one beside her.

In the dream, she frowned and had no choice but to grab the quilt and fall asleep.

My body didn't feel very warm all night.

I slept until about nine o'clock in the morning.

When he came downstairs, Josnian had already gone to Qiao's.

But when Butler Sun saw her coming down from the guest room, he looked at her in surprise, but didn't ask any more questions.

Breakfast had been prepared long ago, and Ye Jiaqi was bored eating sandwiches and drinking milk.

Butler Sun saw that she looked very bad and her eyes were swollen, as if she had... cried?

Why are you crying?

After taking a few bites, Ye Jiaqi couldn't eat any more and stood up: "Butler Sun, I don't want to eat anymore. I'm going to the balcony."

There was plenty of sunshine today and the weather was not bad. She found her tablet and grabbed a thin blanket.

"Miss Ye, eat some more. You've only had two bites. How can this be okay? You haven't been taking care of yourself recently, so you can't do it without breakfast." Butler Sun advised.

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat for a day or two." Ye Jiaqi's voice was light, without much tone, "It won't have much impact."

"But I'll be hungry."

"No." Ye Jiaqi smiled, "I'll go to the balcony. Call me if you need anything."

Holding her tablet and blanket in her arms, she walked silently along the stairs to the largest balcony of Qiao House.

The balcony is the place with the most sunshine, and it is also the place where she spends the most time during this period.

She doesn't like to watch movies alone, doesn't like to exercise, and she doesn't know how to swim.

Therefore, Qiao Zhai's cinema, gym, and swimming pool have nothing to do with her. She likes to bathe in the sun, do something, or read a few pages of a book.

There was everything on the balcony. She sat down on the wicker chair and covered herself with a thin off-white blanket.

On days when he didn't allow her to go out, she would stay on the balcony and make up for all the missed courses. In her free time, she would go through all the materials he threw to her.

Ye Jiaqi opened the document and looked quietly at the screen.

The sun was shining warmly, and after looking at it for a while, she became a little distracted.

She simply dropped the tablet, took a drawing board, and put a piece of white paper on the drawing board.

There was a pencil in her hand. She lowered her head, stared and held her breath, and drew a flower on the white paper.

She is not very good at painting, her paintings are not good-looking, and she has not inherited any of her mother's painting talents.

But today, she missed her mother.

In the past, my mother also liked to sit in a sunny place with a drawing board and draw quietly.

She wears a cheongsam that is dignified and elegant, her hair is in a meticulous bun, and she always has a slight smile hanging from the corner of her mouth, like a warm camellia.

After thinking about it, Ye Jiaqi also smiled.

It's as if my mother's shadow is beside me.

When she fell asleep at night, she dreamed of her mother. She dreamed that when she was a child, her mother took her to fly a kite, knitted sweaters for her, and taught her to dance.

Ye Yunxiao died of heart disease caused by overwork.

In addition, Zuo Pingkun later refused to pay for her medical treatment, so she died in the best years of her life.

Ye Jiaqi secretly searched the words "Beijing Ye Yunxiao" on the Internet. There was almost no news. The only one was her mother's graduation ceremony from Columbia University.
Chapter completed!