Tears almost surging out, wetting the pillow and wetting the corners of the quilt.

Ye Jiaqi held the quilt tightly with one small hand and covered his face with the other hand.

Tears oozed through the fingers.

At this time, she can cry unscrupulously.

Qiao Sinian is not at home and Butler Sun has not yet woken up. She can cry and cry all her emotions, and no one will care about it.

In the entire bedroom, only her crying sounds were left.

"Mom, can you hear Qiqi's voice? Qiqi misses you... Qiqi is unfilial. He knows that Rongcheng is so close to the capital, but he dare not go to see you."

"I don't know that the Xiang family and the Qiao family have such a big grudge. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone home with him eighteen years ago..." Ye Jiaqi cried, "You are very disappointed with Qiqi. If you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love, you don't even dare to look at you."

"He hates Xiangjia, I don't know if he hates me, maybe he doesn't hate me, but on these Qingming Festival, I can see that he is in a bad mood."

"I know he may not be able to get through the hurdle in my heart, and even though I know he is unlikely to be with me, I still can't help but want to love him and stay by his side. It's good to see him laugh, it's good to see him frown, it's good to see him."

"Mom, I know I'm not going to be successful, you can scold me..."

There is a word called "moths to the fire", and there is also a word called "struggle without any worries".

If both are touched, they will be low into the dust.

She didn't know whether it could bloom in the dust.

Ye Jiaqi curled up in a ball, threw away his cell phone, and hid himself in the quilt.

The crying mixed with the sound of rain, and it lasted for a long time.

"Mom, if he really wants me in the future, I will leave him..." Ye Jiaqi choked up, "I won't be shameless and be lying to him."

"Actually, I have always known that I am not worthy of him. He is the pride of heaven, I am an orphan, and we are just a world of difference."

"Mom, Qiqi can talk to you every day today, but I don't know if you can hear it..."

Ye Jiaqi sobbed quietly, his voice getting lower and lower.

Gradually, she covered her face and couldn't speak, and she just choked off and sobbed, her eyes flushed.

The bed sheet was wet, and she was so angry that she cried.

She was originally a person with shallow eyes, but now her tears wet her pajamas and her face was covered with tears.

She couldn't speak, and her eyes silently looked at the curtains.

It was pitch black outside, with only the light of the street lights.

The sound of rain was gurgling, and her tears were entangled like rain.

She didn't even dare to ask where her father was and where she was buried. She carefully hid all her thoughts, just because she was afraid that he would be unhappy.

Xiang’s family is wrong first.

If it weren't for the evil thoughts of Shaoguang back then, Qiao Sinian's mother would still be alive now.

Similarly, her mother will still be alive.

She and Qiao Sinian will not have any intersection, nor will they have eighteen years of little things.

They will only be two different families in the capital. They may meet at a dinner party. Maybe she will worship him like other little women, but they will definitely... not have the unforgettable memories for eighteen years.

Anyway, it won't be like it did later-

She was wandering on the streets in a mess and almost starved to death.

He took her home with a lollipop.
Chapter completed!