That night, Jiang Kuan did not return to the hospital.

After the doctor gave Jiang Yao a tranquilizer, she finally stopped making trouble and fell asleep quietly.

Jiang Yao's daughter cried for a while and fell asleep. The whole villa fell into endless tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Sinian returned to his apartment, opened the door and turned on the lights.

There was silent all around, and thick curtains covered everything outside.

He felt relieved and didn't bother to clean himself up. He lay on the bed, put his hands under his head, and looked at the ceiling silently.

The cold light shone on his face, and he closed his eyes tiredly.

The heart beats very smoothly and at a very constant speed.

He thought nothing, just lay on the bed, and his phones were all turned off.

The night faded away and the rain became lighter and smaller.

...

The temperature dropped the next day, and there was a whistling wind outside. When the autumn cold wave came, the trees were covered with white frost.

Before the sun rose in the morning, the white frost flowers were like white snow. From a distance, they were covered in white. The dead grass was wilted, and the desolation and silence were everywhere.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night, but the ground was still filled with puddles that were dry and wet.

The weather was still gloomy, dark clouds were covered with no sun.

Qiao Sinian didn't have the habit of sleeping in. He woke up naturally at around six o'clock in the morning.

After taking a shower, he walked to the balcony in a thick gray nightgown.

Open the curtains and look into the distance from the upstairs.

There is no scenery in this season. There are dead trees, dead branches and yellow grass in the distance. Occasionally, a few birds fly by in the sky, and at first glance they are all tall buildings.

Qiao Sinian stood for a while, wiped his hair dryer patiently.

I don't have to go anywhere today.

He opened the refrigerator and there were only a few things in it, cold mineral water, eggs, and cold wine. He laughed, squatted down and knocked the eggs. He didn't know if they were broken or if they could still eat them.

He doesn't remember when he opened the refrigerator.

It was still early, so he didn't change his clothes, so he took the car keys and drove to a nearby 24-hour convenience store.

It was indeed very cold outside, the wind was whistling, and the leaves on the ground were blowing around, like butterflies in spring, and the sky was gloomy.

There was almost no one in the convenience store at this order. He walked along the shelves, picked up a few bottles of beer, and took another bag of noodles.

Passing by the snack stand, he subconsciously stopped.

He doesn't eat snacks, nor does he know how to use snacks. When he needs to buy snacks to coax people, he also asks the salesperson to help him choose them.

And nowadays, many things are like a dream.

From now on, he will never have to buy snacks again.

Qiao Sinian bought a pack of things and went back to cook noodles by himself.

In the kitchen, his slender figure fell on the ground, his body was covered with a lazy nightgown and his feet were also a pair of casual slippers.

Such leisure time doesn't seem to be that bad either.

But when a person eats noodles alone, he will feel more or less lonely and will have a natural feeling of loneliness, occupying his heart until it spreads throughout his body.

He ate this bowl of noodles very slowly.

Even when it was still steaming at the beginning, there was still most of the noodles.

Through the white mist, his eyes were hazy and confused dark sieve, and his face was visible loneliness.

He was the only one in the quiet apartment.
Chapter completed!