Tears almost burst out, wetting the pillow and the corners of the quilt.

Ye Jiaqi held the quilt tightly with one hand and covered his face with the other hand.

Tears seeped out from between the fingers.

At times like this, she can cry without restraint.

Josnian wasn't at home, and Butler Sun hadn't woken up yet. She could cry, she could let out all her emotions, and no one would care.

The only sound left in the whole bedroom was her crying.

"Mom, can you hear Qiqi's voice? Qiqi misses you... Qiqi is not filial. She knows that Rongcheng is so close to the capital, but she doesn't dare to visit you."

"I didn't know there was such a big grudge between the Xiang family and the Qiao family. If I had known, eighteen years ago, I would never have gone home with him..." Ye Jiaqi cried, "You must be very disappointed with Qiqi, love

The last person you shouldn't have loved didn't even dare to look at you."

"He hates Xiang Jia. I don't know if he hates me. Maybe not, but during the Qingming Festival, I can see that he is in a bad mood."

"I know clearly that he may not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart, and I know that he is unlikely to be with me, but I still can't help but want to love him and stay by his side. It's good to see him smile. Look at him

It’s good to frown, and it’s good to see him.”

"Mom, I know I'm worthless, just scold me..."

There is a word called "moth flying into the flame", and there is also a word called "fighting without regard for one's own safety".

If it is stained with both, it will sink into the dust.

She didn't know whether flowers could bloom from the dust.

Ye Jiaqi curled up into a ball, threw away the phone, and cried under the quilt.

The crying mixed with the sound of rain and lasted for a long time.

"Mom, if he really doesn't want me in the future, I will leave him..." Ye Jiaqi choked up, "I won't shamelessly rely on him."

"Actually, I have always known that I am not worthy of him. He is the proud son of heaven, and I am an orphan. We are inherently different."

"Mom, Qiqi can talk to you all day today, but I don't know if you can hear me..."

Ye Jiaqi sobbed softly, his voice getting lower and lower.

Gradually, she covered her face and became speechless. She only choked intermittently and her eyes were red.

The sheets were soaked all over, and she was out of breath from crying.

She was originally a person with shallow eye sockets, but now, her pajamas were wet with tears, and her face was covered with tear stains.

She was speechless and just looked at the curtains with her eyes silently.

It was pitch dark outside, with only the faint light of the street lamps.

The rain was gurgling, and her tears were like rainwater, entangled endlessly.

She didn't even dare to ask her father's whereabouts or where he was buried. She carefully hid all her thoughts, just for fear that he would be unhappy.

Xiang Jia made a mistake first.

If Xiang Shaoguang hadn't had evil thoughts back then, Josnian's mother would still be alive today.

Likewise, her mother will still be alive.

There will be no intersection between her and Josnian, nor will there be any memories of the past eighteen years.

They will only be two different families in the capital. Maybe they will meet at a dinner party. Maybe she will worship him like other little women, but there will definitely not be eighteen years of unforgettable years.

In short, it won’t be like what happened later——

She lived on the streets in embarrassment and almost starved to death.

He took her home with a lollipop.
Chapter completed!