The day after Qingming Festival, the sporadic rain stopped.

Since the morning, the morning sun has slowly risen, and the golden sunshine shines on the scenery of the capital, making everything look like a layer of broken gold, shining with golden light.

The rain has stopped, and the green leaves have been washed, showing full of vitality.

Although the scenery in Beijing in early spring is depressed, it is particularly beautiful.

Looking around, the green willows are only half yellow, and the entire capital is shrouded in infinite vitality.

The rain that lasted for ten days finally stopped.

The sun shines through the glass window, refracting the colorful light, lingering like a rainbow or a paintbrush.

The scenery is infinitely good.

Ye Jiaqi stood at the window of the ward wearing slippers, her long black hair hanging on her shoulders, making her skin a little pale.

Her eyes were blurry and cloudy, looking motionless into the distance, and her heart seemed to have stopped beating.

There are green trees outside, and the air in the inpatient department is very fresh, filled with the fragrance of soil and grass.

She was wearing a large hospital gown.

I don't know if she is too thin or if her clothes are too big.

The hospital gown looked baggy on my body.

Ye Jiaqi reached out and placed his hands silently on the window sill.

This is a five-story building, neither high nor short, and you can see a very open view.

She raised one hand and placed her palm flat on the glass.

The palm of my hand is dry and warm, but the glass is very cold.

However, the sun shone through the glass and warmed her palms.

The sunlight spread along the palm lines, and the delicate light quietly traced the outline of her face.

There are still traces of rain on the ground outside.

No wind, no rain, everything is fine.

Ye Jiaqi's lips were very pale, and his eyes looked tired and haggard. His big, usually shining eyes were now listless, empty and weak.

The injury has healed, but my body still hurts occasionally.

However, the area around her heart had been aching a bit since she woke up, especially at night, which often kept her awake.

Housekeeper Sun often asked if the wound had burst, and she shook her head.

She stood at the window, silently looking at the scenery outside, with blurred water in her eyes.

A tear fell unexpectedly and landed on the back of her hand.

There was silence everywhere, as if the years had passed peacefully.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Jiaqi took back his hand, folded his arms, and stared at the sky outside.

My heart hurts to the extreme.

The body is extremely cold.

After standing for a while, she finally couldn't hold it anymore, squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and cried bitterly.

In the empty ward, only her sad cry echoed for a long time.

"Miss Ye, I'll give you..." Butler Sun suddenly pushed open the door and entered.

She was still holding a thermos box in her hand, but she stopped for an instant.

In the large ward, Ye Jiaqi squatted in the corner and cried, like a homeless cat, curled up tightly into a ball, crying until he couldn't make a sound.

Butler Sun's heart trembled violently.

Ye Jiaqi was already thin, but now he was huddled in a corner in a hospital gown, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Butler Sun put the thermos box on the table, walked forward, squatted in front of Ye Jiaqi, and held her hand: "Miss Ye, it's okay, don't cry, it's okay..."

She held Ye Jiaqi in her arms like her own child.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there was a large water stain on the front of his clothes.
Chapter completed!