She hurried to the darkroom, and after opening the door, her eyes were exposed to the darkness for the first time. She didn't even want to spend a few more seconds to adapt to the darkness, but turned on the light directly.

One wall of the darkroom is filled with photos. These photos are the material of Edward's work, and they are also the works that he is most dissatisfied with. Even the most unsatisfactory works, he did not think much about discarding them, but put them away.

They were all hung up and placed one on top of the other on the wall, just like this in a thick pile.

She looked around, and none of the things had been moved. It was as if these things themselves were already rooted here. No matter how vicissitudes of the world, they would always be here, confirming the years.

On the other wall, some of Edward's favorite photos were missing, and the brown wooden clips were empty on the rope, like lonely wind chimes.

Did he leave? Did he leave without even saying a word to himself?

This knowledge made her at a loss as to what to do. She suddenly felt sad and could no longer suppress the pain.

She cried so loudly, without restraint, and indulged herself that even the fat cat that occasionally passed by the window sill of their house was frightened by her cry. Her brown eyes looked at this human being, seeming to understand her.

mood.

There was a sound from the attic, and then the sound of leather shoes on the floor. Edward was surprised to see her crying, "Emily?"

Ding Yiyi also saw him, but she couldn't hold back her tears and sadness. She ran towards him and hugged him tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "I thought you were gone, so you left quietly.

Don't give me any signal."

Her words and tears are the most powerful weapons in the world that can hurt him, and they are also the best medicine in the world that can heal him the fastest.

Ai Deha stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder gently, with a gentle tone, "If I have to leave one day, I will definitely tell you and will not leave secretly."

He pulled her to the sofa and took out a tissue to wipe away her tears, but as soon as he wiped away the tears, new sadness would overflow from his eyes.

He sighed and suddenly leaned forward to kiss her eyes. Feeling the trembling and tension under her thin eyelids, he smiled and left, "I'm not leaving, why are you crying?"

Ding Yiyi looked at him. She knew she didn't want him to leave, so she had to ask again, "Can you answer a few questions for me?"

"Okay." He promised.

"Are you really leaving because you want to work and don't want to be dragged down by me?"

"yes."

"Is it because of Ye Nianmo?"

Edward was a little surprised. Her tone suggested that she hadn't read the contents of the notebook yet, but he still nodded, "Yes."

"Okay," Ding Yiyi stood up and wiped away her tears with her sleeves. The white cuffs became transparent because of her tears. "Since it's because of work, you can leave. I will slowly get used to it."

She ran out the door because she knew that if she stayed any longer, she would probably say a lot of angry words and make a lot of confessions. She would be angry with him for leaving immediately and regret that she could not accompany him.

Edward didn't catch up. He kept his slightly bent posture and watched her disappear from sight. It took a long time before he straightened up.

He sat on the sofa, calmly picked up the landline and made a call to his assistant, "How is the follow-up going?"

"Most of the work there has been done." The assistant didn't understand. "Sir, why did you take the initiative to go to Ebola this time? In fact, it is not necessary."
Chapter completed!