The bed was cold, and Ye Jiaqi couldn't fall asleep all night.

It was not until four or five in the morning that she fell asleep in a drowsy mood.

She didn't sleep deeply and moved several times in a daze. Sometimes, she wanted to hug the person beside the pillow in her usual posture, but found that there was no one around her.

In the dream, she frowned and had to grab the quilt and fall asleep.

All night, my body was not too warm.

This time I slept until after nine o'clock in the morning.

When he went downstairs, Qiao Sinian had already gone to Qiao's family.

But when Butler Sun saw her coming down from the guest room, he looked at her in surprise, but did not ask any more questions.

The breakfast was prepared long ago, and Ye Jiaqi was bored and ate the sandwich and drinking milk.

When Butler Sun saw that she looked very bad and her eyes were swollen, as if... had she cried?

How could you cry?

After taking a few bites, Ye Jiaqi couldn't eat it, so he stood up and said, "Butler Sun, I won't eat it anymore, I'll go to the balcony."

It was sunny today and the weather was not bad. She found her tablet and took a thin blanket.

"Miss Ye, eat more. You have only eaten a few bites. How can this be done? You are not recuperating recently, so it is not possible to not eat breakfast." Butler Sun advised.

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat for a day or two." Ye Jiaqi's voice was faint, without much tone, "It doesn't have much impact."

"But you'll be hungry."

"No." Ye Jiaqi smiled, "I'll go to the balcony and call me if you have anything to do."

She held the flatbed and blanket and walked silently along the stairs to the largest balcony of Qiao's house.

The balcony is the place with the most sunshine and the place where she stayed the most during this period.

She doesn't like watching movies alone, she doesn't like fitness, and she doesn't know how to swim.

Therefore, Qiao's cinema, gym, and swimming pool have nothing to do with her. She likes to bathe in the sun, do something or read a few pages of books.

There was everything on the balcony. She sat down on a rattan chair and covered herself with a thin off-white blanket.

When he didn't allow her to go out, she would stay on the balcony, make up for all the lost courses herself, and would pass through all the information he threw to her in her spare time.

Ye Jiaqi opened the document and his eyes fell quietly on the screen.

The sun was warm and she was a little distracted after watching it for a while.

She simply threw down the tablet, took a picture board, and then put a piece of white paper on the picture board.

There was a pencil in her hand. She lowered her head, stared at her breath, and drew a flower on the white paper.

She doesn't know how to draw, and she doesn't look good, and she doesn't inherit any of her mother's painting talents at all.

But today, she missed her mother.

In the past, my mother also liked to sit in a sunny place and put on a painting board to draw quietly.

A cheongsam is dignified and elegant, with a meticulous bun, and a shallow smile always hangs around the corners of his mouth, like a warm camellia.

As he thought about it, Ye Jiaqi also smiled.

It seemed that the shadow of my mother was by my side.

When she was asleep at night, she dreamed of her mother. When she was a child, her mother took her to fly kites, knitted sweaters for her, and taught her to dance.

Ye Yunxiao died of heart disease caused by overwork.

In addition, Zuo Pingkun refused to pay for her to treat her later, so she died in her best years.

Ye Jiaqi secretly searched the two words "Ye Yunxiao, the capital" online, and there was almost no news. The only one was the graduation ceremony of her mother's graduation from Columbia University.

The others are like disappearing out of thin air.
Chapter completed!