The day after Qingming Festival, the sparse rain stopped.

From the morning, the rising sun slowly rose, and the golden sunlight shone on the scenery of the capital, as if there were a layer of broken gold everywhere, shining with golden light.

The rain stopped, and the green leaves were washed and showed vitality.

Although the scenery in the early spring is depressing, the scenery is particularly good.

Looking around, the green willows are only half yellow and the entire capital is shrouded in infinite vitality.

A rain that lasted for ten days finally stopped.

The sun reflects colorful light through the glass window, lingering like a rainbow and a paintbrush.

The scenery is infinitely beautiful.

Ye Jiaqi stood at the window of the ward wearing slippers, her long black hair spread on her shoulders, making her skin a little pale.

Her eyes were confused and turbid, and she looked away motionlessly, and her heart seemed to stop beating.

There are green trees outside, and the air in the hospitalization department is very fresh, and the fragrance of soil and grass is everywhere.

She was wearing a generous hospital gown.

I don’t know if she is too thin or her clothes are too big.

The patient's clothes look loose when worn.

Ye Jiaqi reached out and put his hands silently on the window ling.

This is a five-story building, neither high nor short, and you can see a very open scenery.

She raised one hand and placed her palm flat on the glass.

The palms are dry and warm, but the glass is very cool.

But the sun shines through the glass on her palm, warm.

The sunlight spread along the palm lines, and the delicate light quietly depicted the outline of her face.

There are still traces of rain on the ground outside.

No wind, no rain, everything is fine.

Ye Jiaqi's lips were pale, his eyes were tired and haggard, and his big eyes, which were shining on weekdays, were listless and empty and exhausted.

The injury has healed, and the body will hurt occasionally.

However, the place where her heart was hurt since she woke up, especially at night, which often made her unable to sleep.

Butler Sun often asked if the wound had cracked, and she shook her head.

She stood at the window, looking silently at the scenery outside, with blurred water splashes in her eyes.

A tear fell unexpectedly and fell on the back of her hand.

It is silent everywhere, as if the years are peaceful.

It was unknown how long it took for Ye Jiaqi to withdraw his hand, hug his arms, and stare at the sky outside.

Heart and mouth hurt to the extreme.

The body is extremely cool.

After standing for a while, she finally couldn't hold on anymore, squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and cried.

In the empty ward, only her desolate crying was left, echoing for a long time.

"Miss Ye, I'll give it to you..." Butler Sun suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

She was still holding a thermal box in her hand, but her steps stopped for a moment.

In the large ward, Ye Jiaqi squatted at the corner of the wall and cried, like a homeless cat, curled up tightly, crying in a pan.

Butler Sun's heart trembled violently.

Ye Jiaqi is already thin, and now he is curled up in the corner in a hospital gown, which makes people feel so distressed.

Butler Sun put the insulation box on the table, walked up, squatted in front of Ye Jiaqi, and grabbed her hand: "Miss Ye, it's okay, don't cry, it's okay..."

She hugged Ye Jiaqi in her arms as if she was holding her own child.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were red and red, and he had already cried and swollen. There was a large piece of water stain in front of his clothes.
Chapter completed!