Ye Jiaqi was particularly thin and was like a child in his arms, very light.

She didn't move, her eyes closed, and her whole body was hot.

The car could not drive in the woods, so Qiao Sinian hugged her and walked out step by step.

When I walked to the entrance of the cave, the rain outside was overwhelming, and the entrance of the cave formed a water curtain like a waterfall.

The bodyguard brought Ye Jiaqi a generous rain poncho and Qiao Sinian put it on her.

"Qiqi, can you hear me talking? Qiqi." Qiao Sinian called her.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Ye Jiaqi fell asleep in a daze and did not respond.

"Mr. Qiao, I have called the people outside and will come to pick me up soon." The bodyguard held an umbrella behind him.

"Yes." Qiao Sinian nodded and strode into the rain curtain.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and it was really cold.

The bodyguard put a long coat on Qiao Sinian and then accompanied Qiao Sinian back.

There was wet rain on Qiao Sinian's forehead, falling drop by drop, flowing through his angular face.

The lights are weak and the rain is pouring.

In his deep and dark eyes was the hidden chill and the undetectable Xiao Leng.

In the wind, Qiao Sinian's spine lines were straight.

He hugged Ye Jiaqi tightly in his arms, preventing her from suffering a drop of rain.

Qiao Sinian's trousers and leather shoes were covered with dirt. He walked out of the woods on the dead leaves and branches.

Ye Jiaqi's body was too hot, and she and he were wearing thick clothes, but Qiao Sinian could still feel the heat on her body.

"Qiqi, wake up, don't ignore me." Qiao Sinian's voice was hoarse.

However, the little woman in her arms remained motionless and showed no sign of awakeness.

The sound of rain obscured Qiao Sinian's call, and his usual powerful voice sounded particularly soft and powerless at this moment.

"Master Qiao, hold on for a while, the doctor I called will come in soon." The bodyguard held an umbrella.

The wind was too strong and the umbrella couldn't hold on, and the rain fell on Qiao Sinian's shoulders.

Qiao Sinian's tall figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

He walked in the quiet and empty forest, his heart was like a wandering ocean, boundless and never returned for a long time.

If Ye Jiaqi was an accident in his life, then in the next fifteen years, this accident gradually took root and sprouted over time.

His time and space are too lonely.

The heavy rain fell down, and Qiao Sinian's thoughts became more and more distant...

He remembered the first rainy day after she came to Qiao's house.

The eight-year-old girl lay on Qiao's wide, transparent glass, blinked her big eyes like stars, and looked out the window curiously.

The rain falls on the windows and flows into lines.

She stretched out her little hand and wiped it around the glass: "It's raining."

He walked behind her and replied softly: "Yeah."

The little girl turned her head, her knees still on the chair, and she met his bright eyes, innocent.

"I miss home..." She looked at him pitifully.

Homesickness is one of a person's most instinctive reactions.

The eight-year-old girl did not hide her feelings at all and told him that she "misses homesickness".

Although her family was broken and there was no one she liked at home, she still wanted to live for eight years.

"This is your home," he told her.

"I miss my mother..." She was pitiful.

His warm big hands fell on top of her furry head, and the same feeling rose in his heart.

This feeling was very strong, eroding his mind a little bit.
Chapter completed!