The rain was still falling, knocking on the windows, and the air was filled with thick white mist.

The wind is blowing and the fog is falling.

It was not yet dawn, and there was still a dark area around, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Ye Jiaqi cried intermittently in the quilt, unable to breathe, until she could no longer cry and could not speak, so she simply lay in the thick quilt without saying a word.

There seemed to be the breath of Qiao Sinian on the pillow, the faint fragrance of the wood.

The room was dark, and she closed her eyes and twitched in sobs.

Missing is like a kite flying into the sky. When there is no wind, it cannot fly high, and it cannot reach the distance you want to reach.

There were silk threads hidden in Ye Jiaqi's mind, and these threads were intertwined and could not be untied.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, Butler Sun called Ye Jiaqi to get up.

Ye Jiaqi responded in a depressed voice: "I want to sleep in."

Butler Sun paused for a moment and stood outside the door and said, "Okay, the weather is not good today, so Miss Ye should sleep a little longer. I'll go out first. If Miss Ye has anything to do, I'll call me. I'll prepare breakfast and lunch."

The sound of rain fell in my ears.

Ye Jiaqi naturally knew what Butler Sun was going out to do.

She responded again: "Okay..."

Everyone from the Qiao family went to the cemetery, on such a grand and solemn festival.

She is not considered a member of Qiao's family, and she is not qualified and shouldn't go.

After a while, there was no sound outside the door, and Ye Jiaqi knew that Butler Sun had left.

In such a huge house, she was the only one left, in a single figure.

It was already dawn, but the clouds were heavy and the weather was very bad.

White water mist covers the transparent glass. Due to the temperature difference between indoor and outdoors, a layer of frost has formed on the glass.

Ye Jiaqi doesn’t want to move, get up, or eat.

I just wanted to lie down like this, and no one should care about her.

She didn't sleep anymore, and opened her eyes and remembered every bit of her childhood.

The first person she can act spoiled is her mother.

She often twisted her short legs and spread her arms: "Mom, here's a hug!"

Every time that time, Ye Yunxiao would smile and pick her up from the ground and kiss her happily, as if she was her little angel.

"Does mom like Qiqi?"

"Of course I like it."

"Will mom take Qiqi to the zoo in the future?"

"Yes, what kind of small animals do you like? Let's take pictures, okay?"

"Little peacock, it's a good idea."

"Okay, let's go see the little peacock together in the future."

Thinking of this, Ye Jiaqi's lips were raised curvature and smile.

Later, Ye Yunxiao really took her to see the little peacock, and even hugged her and took a group photo.

Tickets and photos are very expensive, and it is the money Ye Yunxiao went out to work as a tutor.

Life at that time was extremely difficult. She couldn't see her mother buying a new piece of clothing all year round. It seemed that there were always a few cheongsams, coats, and sweaters.

The group photo was later placed in the album, but the album, along with all the things from my mother... probably had been thrown away long ago.

There was not much sign of Zuo Pingkun in her childhood, because Zuo Pingkun often did not return home at night.

However, Ye Yunxiao, who grew up with her eight years old, never missed her.
Chapter completed!