She was still wearing the slippers she brought back from the manor. Now she was drunk, and she was a little dazed, and even her eyes became hazy.

While Zhuo Yuanhang supported her all the way, she was still quiet at first, muttering occasionally, and gradually started to chatter.

"I originally wanted to go to the countryside to see fireflies this summer, but the summer has passed and I haven't been able to spare the time..."

"The stars are twinkling in the sky and fireflies are flying around in the sky. It's very beautiful..."

"Summer has passed, can winter be far behind? Maple Mountain... plank road... white snow... I really want to go back for a walk when it snows... but I don't want to go back... I have no home, no hometown..."

"When I was first adopted as a child, I liked to stand stupidly at the window. I didn't feel tired even if I stood all day. Several times, the servants at home thought I was a little idiot..." Ye Jiaqi laughed, "It would be better if I was a little idiot.

There are no emotions or desires, it is simple and pure, and you will not be harmed in any way. You can live in your own world, be silly, but be happy..."

"But I'm not a little idiot. I'm a mother. I have to take good care of my daughter and make her happy... She's teething... She will be called 'Mom' soon..."

Ye Jiaqi was chattering, and Zhuo Yuanhang held her hand and held it tight.

She was still talking unconsciously, and kept talking, until Zhuo Yuanhang led her to the door of the room.

With a beep, Zhuo Yuanhang opened the door.

"Jiaqi, can you do it alone? Forget it, don't take a shower, go to bed." Zhuo Yuanhang carried her to the bed.

Ye Jiaqi had no energy left and could only talk nonsense.

"When did you drink so much?" Zhuo Yuanhang frowned.

He covered her with a quilt, poured a glass of boiled water and placed it on her bedside.

He didn't dare to turn off the light, nor did he dare to leave immediately. Instead, he sat by the bed and watched her fall asleep.

She was not sleepy. She was like a child on the bed, grabbing the quilt and moving around, even biting the corner of the quilt.

"Nineteen years...Nineteen years..." she murmured.

Zhuo Yuanhang didn't understand what she said and frowned. Under the light, his face was handsome.

His slender hands held down the quilt, preventing her from opening it.

"I want a safe and stable home..." she murmured in a low voice, "I don't have to worry, and I won't be bullied. I want to be safe and happy... I will raise my baby to be white and fat... I

I can learn to cook and make a lot of delicious snacks...Every time I go home, the whole family is there...the best..."

Zhuo Yuanhang held her hand: "There will be."

Ye Jiaqi closed her eyes, and the light from the wall lamp fell on her fair and rosy face, which was charming and delicate. She was very beautiful. The soft light was like a layer of gauze, hazy.

Ye Jiaqi's eyelashes are very long, and the way she closes her eyes is particularly quiet and sweet. The rigor and rigidity of the workplace have faded away, leaving only a childlike innocence.

Zhuo Yuanhang rarely saw Ye Jiaqi like this and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This kind of Ye Jiaqi is different from any other time.

She made a fuss for a while, then stopped. She muttered without knowing what she was talking about.

Zhuo Yuanhang bent down, wanting to get closer to her and listen.

Ye Jiaqi stopped talking again, only licking his tongue, and his eyelids looked a little tired.
Chapter completed!