As soon as the afternoon sun fell, the study turned into a dreamy pale gold.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes and took the letter from her hand with a cold white hand.

Jiang Cha Cha turned around weakly, and then took a few steps back.

She knew it wasn't good to peek at his photo albums and letters, but she just had an urge to turn away from her senses.

She wanted to know about his past.

He is unwilling to reveal his past to the world, and allows him to carve one cold building after another in his heart that is permanently closed into a forbidden area.

But what about her initiative to approach him?

He didn't look at him, even the light-colored pajamas at home could not hide his coldness, he lowered his eyes, calmly clipped the letter back into the album, so that it would not see the light of day, and re-sealed it in the dark album.

Then, with his hand, he put the black album back on the shelf and let it sit where it belonged.

“…… I'm sorry. ”

Jiang Chacha lowered her head and apologized.

Bian Jichen's face was still very pale and tired, and his gaze was like a transparent liquid.

"Apologies for what."

Jiang Chacha pinched the hem of her skirt, "I looked at your photo album and your letter......"

He pondered deeply and lifted his eyes, "Can you understand?" ”

Ginger Tea Tea: ......

It stands to reason that her character has no academic qualifications, so she shouldn't be able to understand these English.

However, looking at Bian Jichen's eyes, she suddenly wouldn't deceive people.

Didn't want to lie to him.

Her head was buried even lower.

“…… Understandable. ”

After saying that, she closed her eyes in fright.

She was mentally ready to accept the anger of Bian Jichen and others.

But she forgot that Bian Jichen's cold appearance had a soft and gentle heart.

He stood there, only slightly furrowed his eyebrows, and it didn't take long for the good-looking eyebrows to loosen.

He said lightly, "It's okay. ”

"I put it on the bookshelf and I already expected it to be flipped."

He glanced at the photo album on the bookshelf, which was unfamiliar to him.

After a pause, his tone became ethereal and unconcerned.

"It's not a very important thing."

Hearing his words, Jiang Chacha felt stuffy for some reason.

Bian Jichen returned his gaze to her, "Xiaoba is hungry, you go get a can and feed it." ”

Jiang Cha Cha was silent, "Okay." ”

She really went to get the canned food, and used Xiao 8's royal pet bowl to hold some dog food.

When she came back, this time she didn't knock on the door and walked straight in.

Bian Jichen was still sitting on the sofa, the air conditioner was turned on in the living room, and he was still watching a movie with an iPad, but he was covered with a cold blanket.

In the episode just now, Jiang Chacha was inexplicably depressed, and her heart became sour as if she had absorbed lemon juice.

She squatted under the sofa, went to the pet bowl and served it in front of Xiao 8, rubbed its furry head, and watched it eat.

But Little 8 was not in a hurry to eat.

And Hei Buqiu's eyes looked at her brightly, and he stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail at her affectionately, and after looking at her for a few seconds, he tilted his head.

It seems to be a little confused.

It seems to be wondering why she came here the day before yesterday, why it doesn't look like it looks the same today as it did when it rained.

Jiang Chacha was inexplicably weak by its eyes, and he was relieved to think of something.

She was still thinking that it was good that the dog couldn't speak, otherwise she would be finished.

Little 8 gave her a strange look, unable to resist the temptation of food, shook his head down, wagged his tail wildly, and looked like he was eating happily.

Jiang Chacha looked envious.

The imported high-grade dog food is more expensive than her two-day meal, can it not be delicious?

The afternoon sun is soft, no matter how cold the living room is, it is illuminated by this sunshine, and there is a bit of a warm taste of the quiet years.

In the living room, only the original sound of the movie from the iPad was left.

Thinking of the photo papers he had just seen, Jiang Chacha looked at him silently.

only to find that his hand was released and the iPad fell on his lap.

Raised his gaze a little more, only to find that he had closed his eyes, lying on the sofa on his side, a jade-white wrist falling in midair.

He fell asleep, his drooping eyes casting a shallow shadow on his eye sockets, and the bridge of his nose was straight. He looked like a jade goddess of mercy in his sleep.

The Samoyed dog at his feet is still quietly eating dog food.

When I got up, the long skirt made a noise.

Jiang Cha Cha picked up the blanket that was scattered on his lap, bent down, and covered him.

After watching him quietly for a while, she wanted to leave.

Suddenly, the slender hand that had fallen on the edge of the sofa moved, grabbing her wrist in the air.

"Don't go."