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Jia Zhang smiled and nodded: "Yes, every family has some troubles. A few days ago, there were some cockroaches in my house, which made my old man and I almost unable to sleep. Later, we used this medicine, and it was cured after a few days. Don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem."

Li Xiangqian nodded. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he still gratefully took the medicine bottle. While handing him the medicine, Jia Zhang said casually, "But speaking of cockroaches, it reminds me of what happened in your family recently. I heard that you and Xiao Zhao... are not getting along well?"

Li Xiangqian's heart suddenly tightened, his face changed slightly, and he looked up at Jia Zhang's face, which was slightly curious. Jia Zhang's eyes flashed with a kind of half-smile, and it was obvious that she had caught his momentary nervousness.

"Nothing..." Li Xiangqian shook his head quickly, but he felt very uncomfortable. Did everyone know about Xiao Zhao's recent situation? He instinctively felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to show too much emotion in front of Jia Zhang, so he forced a smile and said, "Maybe I've been too busy with work recently, and I haven't talked much when I get home."

Jia Zhang was still smiling, and didn't seem to think too deeply about it. "Alas, men are under great pressure at work, so it's inevitable that they have bad tempers. Don't worry too much, there will always be some small problems at home. Anyway, your relationship with Xiao Zhao is pretty good, and it won't be long before it's all right."

Li Xiangqian listened to Jia Zhang's words, and his doubts grew. Her seemingly casual words actually revealed an inexplicable sense of knowing. Li Xiangqian did not answer, but looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, with mixed feelings in his heart. He did not completely believe the "comfort" in Jia Zhang's words, but felt that her words revealed some kind of hint that he dared not say.

"Thank you, Sister Jia." Li Xiangqian forced a smile, wanting to leave this place that made him feel increasingly uneasy as soon as possible. Even after getting the medicine, his mood still did not improve. Jia Zhang looked at Li Xiangqian's expression and smiled even more widely: "You're welcome, come to see me anytime, don't be so polite."

Li nodded and walked quickly towards the door. He felt a strong urge in his heart, as if if he stayed any longer, he would be suffocated by some invisible thing in the house.

Walking out of Jia Zhang's house, the night wind was still cold, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, casting long shadows. Li Xiangqian held the medicine bottle tightly, and his confusion became more and more serious. He was somewhat doubtful whether he was facing a real dilemma or constantly weaving more and more complicated stories for himself. His steps were heavy and powerful, as if he was struggling with himself, or as if he was carrying a burden that he could not get rid of.

He returned to the car, looking out the window into the distance, his heart still restless. Xiao Zhao's matter, Xu Damao's reminder, He Yuzhu's hint, Jia Zhang's words... all of this made him feel more and more confused. Was he really too anxious, or did the people around him really know some truth that he didn't want to face?

As the car drove along, Li Xiangqian's thoughts were still restless. His mind kept replaying the conversation with Jia Zhang, and he was filled with doubts and uneasiness. The cockroach medicine, He Yuzhu's hint, and the mysterious empty wallet... these seemingly insignificant details gradually formed a complex web that enveloped Li Xiangqian's mind. Every time he tried to grasp a clue, he was surrounded by more questions the next second.

The car drove slowly. He did not rush home, but chose to go around and drive to the other side of the city, to the familiar pond. This is where he usually likes to be alone, a quiet corner, away from the complicated life and trivialities. The old willow tree beside the pond is still standing, with its branches hanging down. The breeze blows through, creating ripples. The pond water reflects the curved shadows of the tree, and the air is filled with the fragrance of moist soil.

Li Xiangqian stopped the car and walked to the edge of the pond. The faint moonlight sprinkled on the pond water. Occasionally, a few insects flew across the surface of the pond, breaking the tranquility of the water surface. Frogs in the distance occasionally made a few low calls, breaking the silence around.

He walked to the edge of the pond, stood on the stone slab, leaned over and looked at his reflection in the water, but his heart was still in a mess. Suddenly, a frog jumped out of the water and gently fell into the water, splashing water. Li Xiangqian couldn't help but smile, and a warm feeling quietly rose in his heart. On such a quiet night, the surface of the pond, the sound of frogs, seemed to make him forget all the troubles for a while, as if he could temporarily escape from this tangled world and enjoy a moment of tranquility.

He squatted down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the water. The frog jumped out of the water again, pounced on the insect in the air, and swallowed it quickly. This action seemed simple, but it was full of power and determination, which made Li Xiangqian feel a complex emotion.

"Why can't I be so decisive?" he suddenly muttered to himself, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

He looked up into the distance, thinking about Xiao Zhao, He Yuzhu, Jia Zhangshi, and even Xu Damao's words, and his heart seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog. He knew that he had been procrastinating. Although he had the urge to face it for a moment, he hesitated and avoided it every time, fearing that he would reveal some truth that he didn't want to see.

"Maybe I should be like that frog," Li Xiangqian whispered, "Be more decisive, face all the questions directly, and figure everything out."

He took a deep breath and made up his mind silently. The frogs by the pond were still calm, jumping, hunting, and quiet, as if they were the symbol of the whole night. He stood up and left the pond, feeling a little more relaxed than before, at least he had a clear direction.

Li Xiangqian drove back home. The lights at the door of his house shone through the window, reflecting a warm feeling. As soon as he got out of the car, he heard a slight sound coming from the yard, as if something hit the ground. He walked closer and found a broken bucket in the yard, with the mouth of the bucket turned over, obviously blown by the wind. Li Xiangqian was stunned for a moment, and there was a sense of inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

He pushed open the door and walked into the house. The lights in the living room were dim, and some documents and sundries were scattered on the table. Li Xiangqian saw Xiao Zhao sitting on the sofa. She was lowering her head and holding a book in her hand, but her expression seemed a little distracted, as if she was not immersed in it.

"Are you back?" Li Xiangqian asked softly, trying to remain calm.

Xiao Zhao raised his head, looked at him, and smiled slightly: “Well, it’s a little late today, and I didn’t pay attention to the time.”