She lowered her voice: "Doctor Ding, Master Qiao's legs... are you really unable to cure?"

"There is something wrong with the nerve compression system, and I'm afraid I'll spend my whole life in a wheelchair." Dr. Ding sighed.

"Is it serious? What other injuries did he suffer?"

Ye Jiaqi dared not ask Qiao Sinian in person. Qiao Sinian must be taboo about such things.

"I also suffered a heavy blow to the head. When it comes to rain and wet weather, it may be hard to sleep all night. Miss Ye, you must tell me what happens."

"I see."

"Miss Ye, Mr. Qiao, please take care of you. I will come here on time."

"Thank you, Dr. Ding."

Seeing Dr. Ding leave, Ye Jiaqi stood at the door of the villa, in a daze.

It turned out that Qiao Sinian suffered serious injuries.

Although it has recovered, it will never be the Josenian that used to be.

The cold wind blew her hair, and she stood in the wind for a long time.

The sky was vast, and there were shallow broken marks in her eyes, like cracks on ice, spreading out bit by bit.

It took a long time before she turned back to the living room.

Her stuff had been taken into Josnian's bedroom by the servant.

He sat alone in front of the bedroom window, smoking.

When Ye Jiaqi came in, he happened to see his side face covered in smoke, handsome and resolute.

"It's not good to smoke too much." Ye Jiaqi taught him a lesson.

She squatted down and began to pack up her things.

His bedroom was large enough that an empty wardrobe seemed to be left specifically for her.

Qiao Sinian curled the corners of her lips, stened out the cigarette butts, and turned to look at her.

She squatted on the ground to pack things, looking very well-behaved, like a gentle kitten, putting away her sharp claws.

Today is the eighth day of the Chinese New Year.

He remembered that when she was twenty years old, on the eighth day of the lunar month, she also squatted on the ground to pack her luggage.

That day, he had an inexplicable temper with her.

Later, she was bullied to death by him and cried loudly.

He looked at her, his scorching gaze landing on her face.

Ye Jiaqi looked up and happened to meet his gaze.

She smiled and said, "I'll be able to clean up later. Your room is big, so I'll sleep on the sofa in the future."

"The bed is so big, what sofa to sleep on?" Qiao Sinian was dissatisfied.

"It's not good." Ye Jiaqi refused, "If I don't sleep honestly, you will not sleep well."

"Are you not being honest when sleeping, or are you afraid that I will be ill-treated? Hum?"

"No." Ye Jiaqi denied.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, nor do I have the strength." Qiao Sinian said lightly.

The smoke between his fingers burned little by little, and his tone was faintly sad.

This sadness is like the lilac in the spring rain, spreading in the air bit by bit, filling every space.

"It's all your fault." Ye Jiaqi compromised, feeling very upset.

Qiao Sinian rarely talks to her in such a tone, which is not like Qiao Sinian.

The powerful Mr. Qiao has now fallen to this point.

Ye Jiaqi understands him.

Sentiment permeates my heart.

It is like rain, gathering into a river, and it is like white mist, a vast area.

Ye Jiaqi hung all his clothes in the closet and placed daily necessities on the table.

Just as she finished doing this, Qiao Sinian took out another cigarette from the cigarette box.

Ye Jiaqi walked over and snatched the cigarettes and cigarette boxes he had not lit.

Qiao Sinian frowned.

"It's not good to smoke!" She taught him a lesson, just like he taught her a lesson in the past, "Since your body still needs to be recuperated, you are not allowed to smoke or drink in the future."
Chapter completed!