It rained heavily and the night gradually fell.

The atmosphere in the ward is a bit delicate because of the addition of a small pet.

It's like there are suddenly some warm elements in the cold air. Although it's not much, it is enough to make the cold air soothing.

Read a book, eat, listen to the rain, and be in a daze.

Before I knew it, the night was already deep.

Later, she didn't remember how she fell asleep. She was probably too tired and had taken medicine, so she leaned on the pillow and fell asleep.

I thought Rong Jincheng would go out to play. After all, she hadn't had sex with him for a long time because of her miscarriage.

With his attributes, he must be unable to bear it.

However, she didn't expect that he would sleep in the cubicle after washing and not go anywhere.

The medicine contained some sleeping ingredients. Listening to the sound of rain, Han Yurou turned over several times and fell into a deep sleep.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier at night, and at some point, Han Yurou felt someone hug her waist.

Those hands were very familiar to her, but she was too sleepy to move them.

Soon, Han Yurou and his breathing became entangled together, like two balls of silk thread, tightly entangled.

There are all kinds of melancholy in the world, which are constantly cut and confused.

Like this cold rain, it comes over and over again, and is complicated.

…

The day before Qingming Festival, it was still raining.

The sky was foggy, like a black curtain covering the sky, hiding the sun.

It's clearly daytime, but it looks like night.

The sun has not risen for many days in the capital city shrouded in mist and rain. White smoke shrouds the willows everywhere, and the tender green leaves look particularly thin in the rain.

Ye Jiaqi knew that according to custom, Josnian would go to the cemetery at around five o'clock in the morning.

This night, he will stay in the cemetery overnight.

Ye Jiaqi woke up at three or four o'clock.

In order to prevent Josnian from noticing anything unusual, she turned her back to him and closed her eyes.

After a while, she heard the faint sound of getting dressed.

He got up.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, and there were waves in his heart that he couldn't explain.

Josnian was probably afraid of waking her up, so he went to the bathroom next door to wash up and turned off the light for her.

When the lights were turned off, the room fell into darkness, but Ye Jiaqi couldn't sleep.

Tomorrow is Qingming Festival.

He won't come back tonight either.

She had never been to the cemetery. She only knew that the cemetery used to be not far from Qiao's house, and later it was repaired and moved to the suburbs.

She couldn't imagine what the cemetery was like, and she didn't dare to think about it.

Life and death are the farthest distance in the world.

On such a festival, she also misses her mother.

Soon, she heard the sound of the car engine and knew that Josnian had left Qiao's house.

The large bedroom was empty, and she was the only one lying on the huge bed.

Holding the quilt tightly with both hands, she silently turned on her phone.

All of my mother's belongings are gone, except for the diary.

The diary is in Chicago, and she only has photos on her phone.

Fortunately, Josnian didn't have the habit of looking through her phone, so she was able to look at the photos when she missed them the most.

Blurred words, blurred paintings, broken photos.

"Mom..." She looked at the photo and burst into tears.

The pillow was wet and she cried until she couldn't stop crying.

On the same Qingming Festival, he had relatives he missed, and so did she.

He can go to guard the tomb, but she...can't.

"My daughter misses you..." Ye Jiaqi choked, "I really want to talk to you..."
Chapter completed!