Chen Jiahang went to the kitchen, while Lin Ziya continued to rest in this hall.

Her feet didn't hurt as much after the potion, and her ankles were able to exert some strength.

She stood up in her chair and looked back at the hall.

There are several paintings on the walls of the hall, as well as a posthumous photograph. She walked up to the photo and looked at the person in the photo, it was an old grandfather.

It should be Grandpa Chen, who once saved Shaoqian's life, Lin Ziya guessed.

Suddenly, she folded her hands and bowed to the photo.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen, thank you for saving Shaoqian's life."

Lin Ziya said silently.

After speaking, she wiped the corners of her eyes, and tears flowed from them again.

In fact, she has cried many times over the years, and every time she thinks of Shaoqian, she can't restrain the grief in her heart, and she has never been able to come out of it, nor has she started a new relationship.

She knows that there will be no man in this world who is better than Shaoqian, and there will be no man who is better to herself than Shaoqian.

Lin Ziya looked at some of the paintings hanging on the wall, including landscape paintings and sketches.

Suddenly, a sketch caught Lin Ziya's attention, and she tilted her head and looked at the person in the painting.

The man in the painting is sitting on a wooden chair with a book in his hand. It seems that he is reading a book very seriously, and his eyebrows are full of that kind of attentive look, and then he looks at the face in the painting, which is very handsome, and his facial features are like carved out.

It's Shaoqian! That's right, the person in the painting is her Shaoqian. Such a serious look, a concentrated demeanor, deep dark eyes, and your thin lips pursed slightly. It's less humble.

Well drawn!

Lin Ziya felt that this painting was too expressive.

However, just when she couldn't help but admire, a line of beautiful small characters in the painting caught her eye.

It reads: On the evening of January 20, 2025 (by He Xiyan)

He Xiyan?

When this name appeared in front of her, Lin Ziya instinctively trembled, and the mobile phone in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

She was stunned, her eyes suddenly widening.

At this moment, a picture suddenly formed in her mind.

On a cold winter night, her Shaoqian and the woman named He Xiyan were together, they sat together in the courtyard to barbecue meat, paint together, and even ...... together

Lin Ziya, who thought of something, hurriedly beat her head to prevent herself from thinking about these messy things.

It's impossible to say not to be jealous, and it's impossible to say not to be sad.

Even she hated it, why did He Xiyan appear in Shaoqian's life. If it weren't for He Xiyan, as long as Shaoqian regained his memory, he would definitely come to him, and they would definitely get married a year ago.

He Xiyan, I hope you don't give Shaoqian any more hope, and I also hope that you will get back together with one of your ex-husbands as soon as possible.

Everyone will live their own lives in the future, and it is good not to disturb each other.

At night, Chen Jiahang hesitated for a long time, and finally he arranged for Lin Ziya to live in the big bedroom on the right, which was also the bedroom where he and Yan Yan lived together.

The small bedroom was too simple, and he hadn't lived in it for more than a year, and he knew the girl in front of him, and he knew that she couldn't stand this hardship.

"Ziya, you rest early, tomorrow morning I will call you to get up and have breakfast, and then I will send you to Mingcheng." Chen Jiahang said lightly, his face was still calm, he found a shirt of his own from the big closet and gave it to Lin Ziya to wear as pajamas.