The light lengthened his shadow.

Josnian didn't know how long he had been standing there. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He looked at the time and saw it was half past twelve in the morning.

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

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

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

Josnian didn't know if she was asleep, so he walked over and stood in front of the bed, using the faint light to look at her plain face. Her thin face was stained with dried tears, and there were dots of water stains on the pillow.

.

One of Ye Jiaqi's arms was exposed.

Josnian bent down, held her hand, and covered her with the quilt.

Ye Jiaqi was sleeping lightly, probably because he was awakened. His eyelids were raised and then closed again quickly.

Josnian did not leave, but stood aside and stared at her face for a long time.

Quiet late at night.

…

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

After washing her face and going downstairs, she wore a black suspender dress and a white shawl. She didn't seem to be in much mood, and even her expression was numb and gloomy.

What surprised her was that Josnian was still at home at this time.

He was sitting 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 a dark blue lace-up home clothes and had a peaceful face. He was teaching Qiao Chengfan patiently.

Qiao Chengfan held the brush very seriously. Every stroke he made, the sunlight fell on his hair and the rice paper.

Ye Jiaqi looked at the backs of father and son sitting together, was startled, and then turned his head.

The tip of my heart felt like it was being pinched.

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

"Yeah." Ye Jiaqi responded.

Probably hearing the commotion in the restaurant, Josnian patted Qiao Chengfan on the back, stood up, and walked to the restaurant.

He stood at the door and saw her eyes were red and her eyebrows were wrinkled: "You haven't slept well?"

"Very good." She replied calmly while eating the porridge.

"Do you want to go out today? I'll take you out. There's nothing going on in the company today."

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

"What job do you want to do?"

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

"You leave, what will happen to Chengfan and Xiaoyouzi?"

"I want to be alone for a while."

Josnian was silent.

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

After a while, she finally spoke: "Does Chengfan know?"

Josnian understood what she was asking and shook his head: "I'll find a chance to tell him. It won't take long."

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi's voice was dull, his eyelids were drooped, he had no energy, and he didn't want to talk too much to Josnian.

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

"Thanks."

Josnian's frown deepened.

She was eating breakfast, and Josnian did not disturb her again. He quietly left and returned to the balcony.
Chapter completed!