So, when he sprinkled salt on her wound, she endured it, right?

On the surface, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle and cares nothing, but in fact... how could she not care? She will feel uncomfortable.

She once told him that she would feel uncomfortable when he hurt her.

But despite this, he still hurt her many times and even said a lot of bad things.

And every time, she never quarreled with him hysterically, but just chose to bear it alone, just like today, silently.

He had known for a long time that she had received a lot of criticism in college. Maybe she could not care about those things, but she could not let her heart say what he said in person.

He was the one who hurt her the most.

She has always been a person with no ambitions and no desires, and is easily satisfied.

He hurt her so many times, but she chose to forgive him and didn't even care about it...

Qiao Sinian frowned and smoked a cigarette.

The smoke covered his deep edges and corners, and the green smoke wrapped around the air, spreading a little bit, and Qiao Sinian's eyes were filled with dimness that could not be dissolved.

His shadow is alone.

...

That night, Qiao Sinian turned down the social gatherings and evening parties and bought a pair of yellow roses decorated with stars and cellophane from the mall.

Ye Jiaqi ironed his shirt at home.

When the door rang, she knew that it was Qiao Sinian who had returned.

When I turned my head, I happened to see Qiao Sinian holding a rose.

Under the bright light, the roses are particularly beautiful, with a bright but not enchanting yellow color, like a fairy who is beyond the dust, and the yellow roses are surrounded by scattered stars.

However, what is more dazzling than the roses is Josnian in a suit.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes only stayed on the roses for a few seconds before looking at him.

"I'm back, I'm back very early today." Ye Jiaqi smiled and said, "Did the flowers... be given to me?"

"It's for you." Qiao Sinian's face was solemn, with a bright luster in his eyes. The original dullness disappeared after seeing Ye Jiaqi.

"It's very beautiful. You can put it on the table first and wait for me to help you iron your clothes." Ye Jiaqi, who was erect and stood in front of the ironing machine, moving skillfully.

Qiao Sinian looked at her appearance and her throat moved, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

Instead of putting down the rose, he kept holding it.

Ye Jiaqi moved quickly and ironed the nightgown he wanted to wear for the evening.

The aunt was worried about doing things, so she simply did such a small thing herself.

After the clothes were ironed, she turned her head and found that Qiao Sinian was still standing.

She smiled: "What are you doing while standing? Look at me? Am I very good-looking?"

She helped him hang up all his clean clothes.

"Jiaqi, the shop manager of the flower seller told me that Huang Meigui is interested in asking for forgiveness." Qiao Sinian paused and his voice was gentle. "I have done a lot of wrong things before, and I have said a lot of things that should not be said, and I have hurt you. I know that a handful of roses does not mean anything, and I don't ask you for forgiveness. It just represents my heart to apologize to you."

He held the rose and looked at her with a bright look: "Come on?"

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he would apologize to her at this time today.

He also apologized to her before, but he has never apologized so formally today.

His face was very sincere.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and walked up to take the rose in his hand.
Chapter completed!