In fact, she would rather bear some pain herself than see him unhappy.

Just like when he pushed her away and dealt with the crisis of Qiao Group by himself, she flew back from Chicago risklessly and refused to go to school to stay with him.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily.

Time seemed to have stopped suddenly, but there was no longer that cheerful figure in the empty house.

He knew what he wanted to see most when he came back, but the more he wanted something, the more he couldn't get it.

Why is she still waiting for him at Qiao's house...

Countless times, when he opened the door to the living room, he would most likely see her sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for him, waiting tirelessly, sometimes curled up, sometimes taking a nap, sometimes...

Watching TV attentively.

But without exception, as long as she comes back, she will be happy, jump off the sofa, diligently help him get his slippers and coat, and say "I'm waiting for you" with a smile.

Now, she doesn't wait for him anymore.

She waited for him long enough, but she didn't warm his heart.

She won't wait for her anymore.

Those years of getting along day and night have long been integrated into his blood. Now that she has left him, he is at a loss.

Josnian took a puff of cigarette and looked at the rain outside the window silently.

Qiao Zhai is still the same as before, but because it has not been taken care of for a long time, the trees in the garden have grown taller, their branches and leaves are lush, and a lot of weeds have grown.

Qingming is still Qingming, as if time has not gone far.

He even remembered the scene of going to the cemetery early that morning. He went there before dawn. If he had not been so self-righteous at the beginning and had woken her up to go with him, everything that happened later would not have happened.

He almost passed her by.

She didn't touch the things in the dark room of the study. There was a layer of dust on them and no one had cleaned them for a long time.

There was nothing else in the secret room, except Qiao Chengfan's paternity test report and their marriage certificate, both of which were from several years ago.

He didn't even ask her for her opinion on the marriage certificate, so he went to get it without telling her.

She still doesn't know her married status.

A self-deprecating smile escaped from the corner of Josnian's lips. He thought he had arranged everything, but he never asked her if she wanted it.

The rain outside the window hit the window, and the water flowed rapidly down the glass, blurring his vision.

In his field of vision, there were only flowers, plants and trees, no people, and no one he wanted to see.

The sky was filled with fog and there was no end in sight.

After smoking a cigarette, he walked out of the study without continuing.

Several newly hired servants were cleaning Qiao's house. When they saw him, they would stop what they were doing, bend down and bow: "Mr."

A young servant held a bouquet of long withered forget-me-nots in a vase, ready to throw them away.

He frowned: "Wait."

Josnian walked over and reached for the bouquet in the vase.

The flowers had long since dried badly and withered.

He sneered, and it turned out that time had passed by two years invisibly.

He let go of his hand and threw the flowers into the bottle again: "Throw it away and buy some roses in two days to put them in."

"Okay, sir, what kind of rose do you want?"

"random."

The weather was not too cold, so Josnian walked to the steps outside the living room and looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!