She had no other purpose, she just wanted to find a photo and hide it secretly in her phone.

Unfortunately, there is nothing.

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

She remembered that when she was bullied by Josnian when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she would miss her mother so much that she would cry alone under the quilt and tell her "mother" her pain.

This is probably a bit like a bride who is bullied by her husband's family and wants to go back to her parents' family.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a natal family.

Maybe...she has nothing left except Josnian.

Ye Jiaqi's writing paused, and a tear fell from his eyes.

Tears wet the drawing paper and spread along the texture.

On the paper, she drew a flower, but unfortunately her drawing skills were so poor that she didn't even know what kind of flower it was.

The sunlight spreads on the painting paper, and the white paper glows with a layer of light gold.

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

Will you become a painter?"

"It doesn't matter what you become or how many achievements you achieve. What matters is that I really want to be with you. Qiqi likes to lie in your arms..."

Ye Jiaqi's childhood memories resurfaced in Ye Jiaqi's mind. She loved lying in her mother's arms and smelling the fragrance of roses on her body.

"I miss you so much, I really miss you. It's a pity that my daughter is not filial and can't visit you. I know you love your father very much and miss him very much. It's a pity that your daughter can't even let you be buried together." Ye Jiaqi's voice was choked, and his eyes were filled with sobs.

But they are vague and trance-like traces.

He was in a daze, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, blocking the light.

There are traces of sluggishness in the pupils, and there is no luster.

The pencil in her hand was still tracing randomly on the paper, drawing flowers and grass.

There were some things that she didn't even dare to mention in front of Josnian.

Even though he was careful, he was still unhappy.

"The 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 she would not be able to celebrate the Qingming Festival this year.

She wanted to secretly buy a bouquet of Blue Enchantress, but she knew that Josnian was careful, and if she bought it, he would be unhappy, very unhappy.

A piece of white paper was quickly filled with flowers, just like her longing for her mother.

The black and white painting with no other colors is not very pretty, but she painted it quite carefully.

She looked at the white paper and smiled: "The painting is still ugly. Compared with what my mother painted, it is far behind."

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

The wicker chair swayed gently.

She didn't know whether it was because the balcony was too comfortable, or because she was too sleepless at night, but slowly, she fell asleep holding the painting.

He held the painting in his arms with both hands and remained motionless.

The sun shines in through the window, making her fair skin look a bit pale.

It's quiet all around.

She had another long dream. In the dream, everyone she loved left her one by one. Her mother, her little bastard... none of them wanted her anymore.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, and God was going to take away everyone she loved.

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

She probably slept so deeply that she was unconscious when Josnian came in.
Chapter completed!