She lowered her voice: "Doctor Ding, is Master Qiao's leg... really incurable?"

"There's something wrong with the nerve compression system. I'm afraid I'll have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair." Dr. Ding sighed.

"Is it serious? What other injuries did he suffer?"

Ye Jiaqi did not dare to ask Josnian face to face. Josnian would definitely be taboo about such things.

"I also suffered a heavy blow to my head. In rainy and humid weather, I may not be able to sleep all night. Miss Ye, you must tell me if anything happens."

"I see."

"Miss Ye, please take care of me, Master Qiao. I will be here on time."

"Thank you Dr. Ding."

After seeing Dr. Ding off, Ye Jiaqi stood at the door of the villa, in a daze.

It turned out that Josnian was seriously injured.

Although he has recovered somewhat, he will never be the Josnian he was before.

The cold wind blew her hair, and she stood in the wind for a long time.

The sky was dim, and there were shallow broken marks under her eyes, like cracks on ice, opening up bit by bit.

After a long time, she turned around and returned to the living room.

Her things had been taken into Josnian's bedroom by the servant.

He sat alone in front of the bedroom window and smoked.

When Ye Jiaqi came in, he happened to see his side face shrouded in smoke, which was handsome and resolute.

"It's not good to smoke too much." Ye Jiaqi taught him.

She knelt down and started packing her things.

His bedroom was big enough, and there was an empty closet that seemed to be specially reserved for her.

Josnian curled his lips, put out the cigarette butt, and turned to look at her.

She squatted on the ground and packed her things in a very obedient manner, like a docile kitten, putting away its sharp claws.

Today is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

He remembered that when she was twenty years old, on the eighth day of the lunar month, she was squatting on the ground packing her luggage like this.

That day, he lost his temper with her for no apparent reason.

Later, she was bullied to death by him and burst into tears.

He looked at her, his burning eyes falling on her face.

Ye Jiaqi raised his head and met his eyes.

She smiled: "I can clean it up later. Your room is very big, I will sleep on the sofa from now on."

"The bed is so big, why should I sleep on the sofa?" Josnian was dissatisfied.

"This is not good." Ye Jiaqi refused, "If I don't sleep well, you won't be able to sleep well."

"Are you not sleeping well, or are you afraid that I will do something wrong? Huh?"

"No." Ye Jiaqi denied.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, and I don't have the strength." Josnian said calmly.

The smoke between his fingers burned little by little, and there was a touch of sadness in his tone.

This sadness is like lilacs in the spring rain, spreading in the air bit by bit, filling every space.

"That's all up to you." Ye Jiaqi compromised, his heart congested.

Josnian rarely spoke to her in such a tone, it was unlike Josnian.

The all-powerful Master Qiao has now fallen to this level.

Ye Jiaqi understood him.

Sentiment filled my heart.

It's like rainwater that gathers into a river, and it's like white mist, which is vast.

Ye Jiaqi hung all the clothes in the closet and placed daily necessities on the table.

Just as she was finishing this, Josnian took out another cigarette from the cigarette case.

Ye Jiaqi walked over and snatched his unlit cigarette and cigarette case.

Josnian frowned.

"I told you that smoking is not good!" She lectured him, just like he lectured her before, "Since your body still needs to be recuperated, you are not allowed to smoke or drink in the future."
Chapter completed!