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The light stretched his shadow.

Qiao Sinian didn't know how long he had been standing, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He glanced at the time, and it was twelve to thirty in the morning.

He walked out of the study room quietly and walked to the door of the guest room again.

There was no sound inside. Qiao Sinian put his hand on the door handle and turned it gently, and the door opened.

The lights in the room went out, and Ye Jiaqi curled up and slept in the quilt, like an insecure cat, motionless.

Qiao Sinian didn't know if she was asleep, so she walked over and stood in front of the bed, looking at her clean face in the faint light. Her thin melon-shaped face was filled with dry tears, and there were also stark water marks on her pillow.

One of Ye Jiaqi's arms was exposed.

Qiao Sinian bent down, held her hand, and covered her with a quilt.

Ye Jiaqi slept lightly, probably because he was awakened, his eyelids were raised, and he quickly closed them again.

Qiao Sinian did not leave, stood aside and stared at her face, looking at her for a long time.

The night is quiet.

...

Perhaps because he was tired of crying at night, Ye Jiaqi got up very late the next day and sat in bed for a long time.

After washing her face and going downstairs, she wore a black suspender dress and covered with a white shawl on the outside. She didn't look too much, and even her expression was numb and dull.

What surprised her was that Qiao Sinian was still at home.

He sat side by side with Qiao Chengfan on the balcony. Qiao Chengfan was practicing calligraphy, and he was guiding him.

He didn't look like he was going to the company. He was wearing dark blue lace-up clothes and had a peaceful face. He was patiently teaching Qiao Chengfan.

Qiao Chengfan was very serious when he held the brush. Every stroke, the sunlight fell on his hair and rice paper.

Ye Jiaqi looked at the backs of the father and son sitting together, and was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away.

It seemed like I had been pinched.

"Madam, this is the breakfast made by Mr. Qiao himself." The servant brought a bowl of healthy grain porridge, as well as fried eggs and small buns.

"Yes." Ye Jiaqi replied.

Perhaps hearing the movement in the restaurant, Qiao Sinian patted Qiao Chengfan on the back, stood up, and walked towards the restaurant.

He stood at the door, saw her eyes red, and frowned: "Have you not sleep well?"

"It's pretty good." She responded lightly while eating the porridge.

"Do you want to go out today? I'll take you out, the company is fine today."

Ye Jiaqi shook his head: "I want to tell you about work."

"What job do you want to do?"

"I want to go back to the village." Ye Jiaqi just told him, and did not need to ask for his opinion.

"What should you do if Chengfan and Xiaoyuzi are gone?"

"I want to be alone."

Qiao Sinian was silent.

Ye Jiaqi had breakfast, but he had no appetite and ate very slowly.

After a while, she spoke: "Does Chengfan understand?"

Qiao Sinian understood what she was asking and shook her head: "I'll find an opportunity to tell him, it won't be too long."

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi's voice was dull, his eyelids were drooping, and he didn't want to say too much to Qiao Sinian.

"Do you still like the taste of porridge? I simmer it in the morning, boil it on low heat, and boil it slowly."

"Thanks."

Qiao Sinian frowned even deeper.

While she was having breakfast, Qiao Sinian did not disturb her anymore, quietly retreated and returned to the balcony.
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