After Ye Jiaqi returned to Qiao's house, what he did most every day was to be in a daze.

The weather is getting warmer and it is getting hotter and hotter on the balcony.

She doesn't like reading much anymore. She used to think about working harder and making progress.

Now it seems that hard work and improvement are nothing more than to be a better version of yourself and to be side by side with him, but now, there will never be such an opportunity again.

The book was thrown in the corner, and she didn't even touch it.

The tablet that I used to turn on every day is now gathering dust.

She just loves to be in a daze, watching the peach blossoms outside the window from blooming to withering, falling into mud and turning into dust.

There was something he gave her in the safe in the study, but she didn't want to look at it.

He's gone, so what's the point of asking for more things.

Even if it was the wedding dress she dreamed of, she would never have the chance to wear it again...

The days passed like water.

One month after Qingming Festival.

"Miss Ye, Mr. Meng is here." Butler Sun ran upstairs. She knew that Ye Jiaqi was in the bedroom.

During this period of time, Ye Jiaqi stayed at home and never left Qiao's house for a day. Many times, he did not say a word.

The whole person is losing weight, and there is no rosy color on his face.

Except for showing a symbolic smile when seeing guests, she never smiles.

Butler Sun felt distressed but could do nothing.

Ye Jiaqi raised his head from under the desk lamp and stood up in a daze: "Where is it."

"Downstairs, living room."

Ye Jiaqi ran downstairs in his slippers, holding on to the railing and stumbling.

Meng Chen saw her coming down and quickly went over to support her: "Miss Ye, slow down."

Ye Jiaqi didn't even have time to change clothes. He was still wearing loose light blue pajamas. His hair was tied up with a royal blue hairband. His face was pale and his eyes were tired.

"Mr. Meng..." Ye Jiaqi raised his head, and there was a faint light in his tired eyes. Although it flashed by, it was indeed there, "Is there any news?"

Meng Chen shook his head: "Not yet."

In an instant, Ye Jiaqi was disappointed, and the hand holding Meng Chen fell down, hanging on both sides of his body.

She lowered her head silently and sat on the sofa.

Meng Chen sat down opposite her.

"It's been a month..." Ye Jiaqi pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooping.

"Ms. Ye, there will definitely be news. It's a matter of time...sooner or later." Meng Chen was a clumsy-mouthed person who was not very good at comforting others. He was a little embarrassed for fear of saying the wrong thing.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes flashed with confusion.

She can't stand it anymore...

In other words, she couldn't bear it anymore.

This month, she spent every day as if she was in the cold winter. When she woke up every day, the bed was cold, and there was no familiar scent of Josnian beside her pillow.

She might...can't wait any longer.

"Ms. Ye, I came here today to ask you...if you have any plans to go to Chicago recently."

"I won't leave."

"But Miss Ye, your studies in Chicago have been delayed for half a semester. Did you know? Although Master Qiao has never wanted you to study abroad, you were admitted to the University of Chicago with high scores. When you spoke on behalf of the freshmen at the opening ceremony, he

He is happy in his heart. He will look at your final exam results every year, and every time he sees you taking the first place, his eyebrows will be filled with joy." Meng Chen said, "Master Qiao is not good at expressing anything, but I followed.

After so many years, he can see everything."

Tears were welling up in Ye Jiaqi's eyes again.

Heart, grasped.
Chapter completed!