She had no other purpose, just to find a photo to hide it secretly on her phone.

Unfortunately, there is nothing.

It's like it's never existed in the world.

She remembered that when she was bullied by Qiao Sinian at the age of seventeen or eighteen, she would miss her mother very much, and would cry alone while crying and telling her "mom".

This is probably a bit like a bride being bullied by her husband's family and thinking about going back to her parents' house.

It’s a pity that she has no parents’ home.

Maybe... she has nothing but Qiao Sinian.

Ye Jiaqi's pen paused, and a tear flowed from his eyes.

Tears wet the drawing paper and spread along the texture.

On the paper, she drew a flower, but unfortunately her painting skills were so poor that she herself could not see what kind of flower it was.

The sunlight spreads on the drawing paper, and the white paper is glowing with a light golden color.

"Mom, if you see me like this, you should say I'm not serious anymore." Ye Jiaqi's pencil was drawing on the sketch paper, "If you were still here, you would definitely teach me how to draw, right? Maybe, I will become a painter?"

"What you become and how much you achieve is actually not important. What is important is that you really want to be with you. Qiqi likes to lie in your arms..."

The past of childhood appeared in Ye Jiaqi's mind again. She loved to lie in her mother's arms and smell the fragrance of roses on her body.

"I miss you so much, I really miss you. It's a pity that my daughter is unfilial and cannot see you. I know you love your father very much and miss him very much. Unfortunately, my daughter can't even let you bury her together." Ye Jiaqi's voice choked, but there were traces of ethereal and trance in her eyes.

In a daze, my eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of clear frost, covering the light.

The pupils are full of traces of dispersion and no luster is seen.

The pencil in her hand was still drawing casually on paper, drawing flowers and grass.

There are some things she dare not mention before Qiao Sinian.

Despite his caution, he was still unhappy.

"Qingming Festival is coming soon. I know that Rongcheng is very close to the capital, but I can't go. Mom, will you blame me? My daughter is really unfilial..."

She knew that this year's Qingming Festival would not be over.

She wanted to secretly buy a bouquet of blue witches, but she knew that Qiao Sinian was careful. If she bought it, he would be unhappy and very unhappy.

A piece of white paper was soon covered with flowers, just like her longing for her mother, full of flowers.

The black and white paintings have no other colors and are not very good-looking, but she paints them carefully.

She looked at the white paper and smiled: "The paintings are still very ugly, which is far inferior to the paintings of my mother."

The warm sunshine shone on her body, she quietly looked at the painting, quietly...

The rattan chair shakes gently.

I don’t know if the balcony is too comfortable or the lack of sleep at night is too serious, but slowly, she fell asleep holding the painting.

Holding the painting in his arms with both hands, motionless.

The sun shone through the window, and her fair skin looked a little pale.

All around, quiet.

I had another long dream. In the dream, everyone she loved left her one by one, her mother, her little bastard... didn't want her anymore.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, and God wanted to take away all the people she loved.

In her sleep, tears flowed down her sweater and hair wet.

Maybe she slept too deeply that when Qiao Sinian came in, she was unconscious.
Chapter completed!