The rain continued to fall, beating on the windows, and a thick white mist hung in the air.

The wind has picked up and it's foggy.

It was still dark, and it was still dark all around, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Ye Jiaqi cried intermittently under the quilt, out of breath, until she couldn't cry or speak anymore, so she simply lay down on the thick quilt and said nothing.

Josnian's breath seemed to still linger on the pillow, the faint agarwood fragrance.

The room was dark, and she closed her eyes, choking and twitching.

Missing is like a kite flying into the sky. When there is no wind, it cannot fly high and cannot reach the distance it wants to reach.

There are threads hidden one after another in Ye Jiaqi's mind. These threads are intertwined and cannot be undone no matter what.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Butler Sun called Ye Jiaqi to get up.

Ye Jiaqi responded dully: "I want to sleep in."

Butler Sun paused for a moment, then stood outside the door and said, "Okay, the weather is bad today, so Miss Ye can sleep a little longer. I'll go out first. If anything happens to Miss Ye, just call me. Breakfast and lunch

, I’ve done it all.”

The sound of rain gurgled in my ears.

Ye Jiaqi naturally knew what Butler Sun was going out to do.

She responded again: "Okay..."

Everyone in the Qiao family went to the cemetery for such a grand and solemn festival.

She is not part of the Qiao family, has no qualifications, and should not go.

After a while, there was no sound outside the door, and Ye Jiaqi knew that Butler Sun had left.

She was the only one left in the huge Qiao house, alone.

It was already dawn, but the clouds were heavy and the weather was very bad.

White mist covers the transparent glass, and due to the temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, a layer of frost forms on the glass.

Ye Jiaqi didn't want to move, get up, or eat.

She just wanted to lie down like this and let no one care about her.

She didn't fall asleep again. She kept her eyes open and remembered every detail of her childhood.

The first person she acted like a spoiled child to was her mother.

She often walks crookedly with her short legs and spreads her arms: "Mom, give me a hug!"

Whenever that time comes, Ye Yunxiao will pick her up from the ground with a smile and kiss her happily, as if she is her little angel.

"Does mom like Qiqi?"

"Of course I do."

"Will mom take Qiqi to the zoo in the future?"

"Yes, what kind of animals do you like? Let's take pictures, okay?"

"The little peacock is so beautiful."

"Okay, let's go see the little peacock together later."

Thinking of this, Ye Jiaqi's lips curved upward into a smile.

Later, Ye Yunxiao really took her to see the little peacock, and even took a group photo with her in his arms.

The tickets and photos were very expensive, and they were paid by Ye Yunxiao in exchange for being a tutor.

Life at that time was extremely tight, and she could not see her mother buying a new piece of clothing all year round. There always seemed to be a few cheongsams, coats, and sweaters.

The group photo was later put in the album, but the album, along with all my mother's things... were probably thrown away long ago.

There wasn't much trace of Zuo Pingkun in her childhood, because Zuo Pingkun often stayed up late at night.

However, Ye Yunxiao, who had grown up with her for eight years, was never absent.

Ye Jiaqi thought, if the Qiao family had not issued a death order against the descendants of the Xiang family, my mother would not have been separated from my father. At least, my mother could have lived a satisfying and happy life, and at least she would not have been drunk as she was later.
Chapter completed!