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"Young Master?" Qiao Er was stunned when he saw Zhu Jiangci who he had not seen for a long time.

After the incident with Young Mistress, it had been a long time since someone else came here. Qiao Er dutifully and dutifully cleaned the house every day, she firmly believed that the Young Mistress would come back one day.

Although she knew that this kind of waiting was foolish, other than this, Qiao Er had no other choice. She could not accept that the Young Mistress would leave like this, and never return.

Zhu Jiangci glanced at Qiao Er, and saw that she was still holding onto the clothes of the woman, and his eyes darkened.

Qiao Er followed his gaze and looked at his hands, then laughed: "These are my Young Mistress' clothes, I'm afraid of gathering dust, so I took it to wash, after I dry it, I will fold it into the wardrobe."

"Yes." Zhu Jiangci did not say much.

Seeing him walk in, Qiao Er took his clothes and left.

It had been a long time since the young master had returned. It was as if everything had changed overnight. After the young mistress had miscarried and was hospitalized, she was taken away and never came back.

Zhu Jiangci went up to the second floor and pushed open the bedroom door.

Zhu Jiangci entered the bedroom and saw that everything inside was still as it was before. Zhu Jiangci could not tell what feeling was at the bottom of his heart.

"Young Master." Qiao Er's voice sounded from behind him.

She brought some tea in, "Have some tea! "It was Young Mistress herself who sent people to buy these tea leaves."

Zhu Jiangci lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then picked up the teacup from the tray.

Qiao Er said, "After Young Mistress left, I cleaned up the entire house, both inside and out, thinking that when Young Mistress returns, I could also find a place to stay."

Come back?

Su Qiao An left so straightforwardly. This place was like hell to her, how could she possibly come back?

"Young Master, Young Mistress will come back, right?" Qiao Er asked, "I look forward to see her return everyday and have always believed that she would sooner or later return to this place."

Zhu Jiangci silently tightened his grip on the teacup, his thoughts not clear, "He will return."

Receiving Zhu Jiangci's reply, Qiao Er heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded strongly, "Then I will clean this place up everyday, and wait for Young Mistress to come back home."

"You've worked hard." Zhu Jiangci's voice was light and expressionless.

Qiao Er laughed and said, "Young master, you are being too serious, this is my duty anyway."

"What was she doing here while I was gone?" Zhu Jiangci suddenly wondered how Su Qiao An had endured such a long period of loneliness and how he had passed the time.

"Young Mistress would occasionally walk around the house, most of her time would be spent in her room, reading books, and she would be in a daze for a long time."

Stunned …

Zhu Jiangci remained silent. Qiao Er remembered something, and said, "However, on the day that Young Mistress met with the accident, Young Mistress's expression was very strange, the morning before her accident, she said that she wanted to go out, and when she returned, she became extremely quiet, and continuously rummaged through the house looking for something, oh, right! I didn't know exactly what she said. I only knew that she asked Steward Song to arrange a car to take her out of the house and not let me follow, then … and then... "

Then, something happened. When she received the news that her young mistress had lost her footing and fell down the stairs to miscarry, she was still in a half dazed state. She couldn't believe that she had been perfectly fine when she left the house and had suddenly been told that she had miscarried and had been hospitalized.

"What are you looking for?" Zhu Jiangci asked.

Qiao Er honestly shook his head, "I don't know, but Young Mistress's expression at that time was very serious and nervous. Even if I asked, she wouldn't say anything, so after rummaging in the bedroom for a while, she went back to the study room."

"Then do you know who she was going to meet that day?" The only thing that Zhu Jiangci was concerned about was this, who had Su Qiao An ran out to meet in a hurry?

Mo Yunlang?

Wasn't that man just casually called? Did he need to make an appointment in such a remote place?

"I don't know. Ever since Young Mistress came back, her mood had turned strange and she refused to say anything." Qiao Er had also asked Su Qiao An, but back then, Su Qiao An's mental state was still in a state of extreme nervousness and was not willing to divulge the truth to her.

Using his long fingers to stroke the side of the teacup, Zhu Jiangci frowned deeply. After that, he returned the teacup to the tray and said: "I understand, you go out first."

"Alright." Qiao Er respectfully left the room.

After she left, Zhu Jiangci still stood there motionlessly.

He looked around the room. After a long time, he finally made a move and started to rummage through the things in the room.

He also didn't know what he was looking for. Zhu Jiangci only thought that he might be able to find some clues from Su Qiao An's search that day.

In the end, he did not find anything. He just pulled out a wooden box made from rattan wood from under the bed.

It was very thick and there was no dust.

Zhu Jiangci opened the lid and saw all sorts of complicated things inside. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Was Su Qiao An collecting trash? Everything was kept, everything could be stuffed under the bed!

Feeling helpless, he leaned against the bed and sat down, taking out the items one by one from the box.

What attracted Zhu Jiangci's attention was a plain color notebook. Flipping it open, the pages inside turned yellow.

Similar to the photo album, it recorded the process of how the same person grew up over the years.

When she was just born, her skin was as wrinkled as a meatball. After the full moon, her skin was stretched open, and her skin was white and tender like a glutinous rice ball.

I believe that God gave you to me as my best gift.

Beneath each picture was an inscription: "The full moon!"

The girl in the photo had grown up a bit. She wore two braids, and her floral dress was stained with yellow mud. Her face was also covered with dirt, and her meaty little hands were stretched out in front of her as if she wanted the person who took the photo to go over.

"Anthea is even more mischievous than a boy. She's filthy, little kitty!"

Zhu Jiangci looked at the time symbol below, and guessed that this should be the growth memorial that Su Rong made for Su Qiao An, recording his growth process bit by bit.

"An An asked me today why she didn't have a father. I told her that her father had gone far away. As long as she obediently obeyed, her father would come back."

Zhu Jiangci did not have a photo of Su Qiao An, and they had not taken a photo of his wedding before either. However, they had unintentionally discovered a picture of him in this photo album, a picture of him growing up.

It was a picture that was only two or three years old, with a big piece of space in the middle. Then, there was the picture that was in Su Qiao An's picture from high school.

The person in the photo was holding a woman's arm tightly, leaning on her shoulder. She was still wearing her school uniform, and she was smiling sweetly at the camera.

Originally … Could she smile so sweetly and naturally?