Ye Jiaqi's body was extremely thin and he was as light as a child in his arms.

She was motionless, her eyes closed, and her whole body was hot.

Cars could not drive into the woods, so Josnian held her and walked out step by step.

When we walked to the entrance of the cave, it was raining heavily outside, and a waterfall-like water curtain formed at the entrance of the cave.

The bodyguard brought Ye Jiaqi a large poncho, and Josnian put it on her.

"Qiqi, can you hear me? Qiqi." Josnian called her.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Ye Jiaqi fell asleep and did not respond.

"Master Qiao, I have already called the people outside and will be here soon." The bodyguard held an umbrella behind him.

"Yeah." Josnian nodded and strode into the rain.

It was past one o'clock in the morning and it was really freezing cold.

The bodyguard put a long coat on Josnian, and then accompanied Josnian back.

Josnian's forehead was covered with damp rainwater, falling drop by drop and flowing over his angular face.

The lights were dim and the rain was pouring.

There was a hidden chill in his deep and dark eyes and a coldness that was hard to detect.

In the wind, Josnian's back straightened.

He held Ye Jiaqi tightly in his arms, preventing her from receiving a drop of rain.

Josnian's trousers and leather shoes were covered with mud. He stepped on dead leaves and branches and walked out of the woods.

Ye Jiaqi's body was too hot. Both she and he wore thick clothes, but Josnian could still feel the heat on her body.

"Qiqi, wake up, don't ignore me." Josnian's voice was hoarse.

However, the little woman in his arms was motionless and showed no signs of waking up.

The sound of rain drowned out Josnian's call, and his usually strong voice sounded particularly weak and weak at this time.

"Master Qiao, if you keep at it, the doctor I'll call will come in soon." The bodyguard held an umbrella.

The wind was so strong that the umbrella couldn't hold up at all, and rain still fell on Josnian's shoulders.

Josnian's tall figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

As he walked in the quiet and empty forest, his heart felt like it was wandering in the ocean, boundless, with no return date for a long time.

If Ye Jiaqi was an accident in his life, then in the following fifteen years, this accident gradually took root and sprouted.

His time and space are too lonely.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and Josnian's thoughts became increasingly distant...

He thought of the first rainy day after she came to Qiao's house.

The eight-year-old girl was lying on the large, transparent glass of Qiao Zhai, blinking her big eyes like stars, and looking out the window curiously.

The rainwater fell on the windows and formed lines.

She stretched out her little hand and wiped it on the glass: "It's raining."

He walked behind her and responded softly: "Yes."

The little girl turned her head, still kneeling on the chair, and looked into his bright eyes, innocent and innocent.

"I miss home..." She looked at him pitifully.

Being homesick is one of the most instinctive reactions a person has.

The eight-year-old girl did not hide her feelings at all and told him that she was "missing home".

Even though her home was broken up and there was no one she liked in the family, she still wanted to live in it for eight years.

"This is your home." He told her.

"I miss my mother..." She was pitiful.

His warm hands fell on the top of her furry head, and the same feeling arose in his heart.
Chapter completed!