After Ye Jiaqi returned to Qiao's house, the most things he did every day was to be dazed.

The weather is getting warmer and the balcony is getting hotter and hotter.

She doesn't like reading much anymore. She has thought about working harder and improving her mind before.

Now it seems that hard work and progress are nothing more than to be a better self and be side by side with him, but now, there will be no such opportunity again.

The book was thrown in the corner, but she didn't even touch it.

The tablet that used to turn on every day is now in dust.

She just likes to be dazed, watching the peach blossoms outside the window bloom from blooming to withering, falling into mud and turning into dust.

There was something he gave her in the safe in the study, but she didn't want to go and see it.

He is gone, what's the point of anything she wants?

Even if it was her dream wedding dress, she wouldn't have the chance to wear it again...

Life passes like flowing water.

One month after Qingming Festival.

"Miss Ye, Mr. Meng is here." Butler Sun ran upstairs, and she knew that Ye Jiaqi was in the bedroom.

During this period, Ye Jiaqi never left the house and never left Qiao's house for a day. Many times, he didn't say a word.

The whole person was losing weight, and there was no rosy blood on his face.

In addition to showing a symbolic smile when she meets guests, she never smiles.

Butler Sun felt sorry for him, but he was powerless.

Ye Jiaqi raised his head from under the desk lamp and stood up in a daze: "Where is it?"

“Downstairs, living room.”

Ye Jiaqi ran downstairs in slippers, holding on to the railings, and stumbled.

When Meng Chen saw her coming down, he hurried over to support her: "Miss Ye, slow down."

Ye Jiaqi didn't have time to change his clothes, and was wearing a loose and light blue pajamas. His hair was tied up with a royal blue hairband, his face was pale and his eyes were tired.

"Mr. Meng..." Ye Jiaqi raised his head, and a light light was shining in his tired eyes. Although it flashed by, there was indeed, "Is there any news?"

Meng Chen shook his head: "Not yet."

In an instant, Ye Jiaqi was disappointed, and his hand holding Meng Chen fell down, hanging on both sides of his body.

She lowered her head silently and sat on the sofa.

Meng Chen sat down opposite her.

"It's been a month..." Ye Jiaqi pursed his lips and his long eyelashes drooped.

"Miss Ye, there will definitely be news, time... a question of sooner or later." Meng Chen said stupidly and was not very comfortable. He was a little nervous and worried, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

There was a flash of confusion in Ye Jiaqi's eyes.

She can't stand it anymore...

Or, she can no longer stand it.

This month, she spent every day in the cold winter. When she woke up, her bed was cold and there was no familiar smell by her pillow.

She may not be able to wait any longer.

"Miss Ye, I came here today to ask you...whether you have any plans to go to Chicago recently."

"I won't leave."

"But Miss Ye, your studies in Chicago have been delayed for half a semester. Do you know? Although Mr. Qiao has never wanted you to study abroad, you were admitted to the University of Chicago with high scores. When he spoke on behalf of the freshmen at the opening ceremony, he was happy. He would read the final exam results every year, and every time he saw you first place in the exam, his eyebrows would be filled with joy." Meng Chen said, "Mr. Qiao is not good at expressing anything, but I have been with him for so many years and can tell everything."

Tears were surging in Ye Jiaqi's eyes.

Heart, thrust.
Chapter completed!