The first is that I hope his legs will be healthy and recover as before; the second is that he will have a bright future and become famous; the third is that I can be with him forever, for the rest of my life.

After Qiao Muyuan made his wish, he took Ji Changmu to the wishing tree in the backyard.

There is a large banyan tree that is hundreds of years old, with intricate roots and luxuriant branches. It is covered with red wishing cards and wind chimes. Each wishing card has everyone's simple wishes on it.

, some handwriting has been blurred.

"Ji Changmu, do you have a wish?" She took a sign and shouted to him.

"Wouldn't it be wrong to write it down?"

"Let's just write our names." Qiao Muyuan took a writing brush and handed it to Ji Changmu, "Would you like to write our names side by side?"

Under the sun, Ji Changmu's eyebrows were gentle, without any hesitation.

He took the brush from her hand. Although he thought it was just an extremely childish trick, seeing her eyes full of expectation, he picked up the brush and wrote his and her names on the wooden sign.

Ji Changmu

Qiao Muyuan

The names side by side are engraved in the wood, the black ink is glowing with gleaming luster, and the air is filled with the rich fragrance of ink.

There was no one in the backyard at this node, only the two of them. They stared at each other face to face, with each other's figures blending in their pupils.

Ji Changmu hooked up the red sign with his finger and said to her: "Hang it up."

Qiao Muyuan raised the corners of his mouth, facing the wind, and hung the sign on the big banyan tree.

She looked at the mahogany sign dancing in the air devoutly like a child. This was their name, and they would walk together for many, many years to come.

Ji Changmu also squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden sign that belonged to them. His eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and the sunlight outlined his calm and gentle outline.

The time is quiet and the autumn sun is bright.

The breeze blew across their cheeks, and Qiao Muyuan turned his head after a long time and smiled sweetly at Ji Changmu.

Ji Changmu's thin lips also broke out into a smile, elegant and dignified in the clear breeze.

They did not leave the monastery immediately.

Wan'an Temple is very big, and they strolled slowly around the bamboo forest and the main hall in the backyard. The temple was very quiet, and the sound of wooden fish knocking and the chanting of monks could be heard everywhere. It was ethereal and deep, like the sounds coming from a hundred years ago through a tunnel.

The temple is filled with white smoke and incense is flourishing.

Walking on the bamboo forest path, Qiao Muyuan held his wheelchair and spoke to him: "Ji Changmu, I am many years younger than you, but my love for you is neither a whim, nor a flirtation."

Impulsive, I am a little girl, but I know what I want. You may not know how persistent I am for the person I like, even if there is an abyss ahead, I am willing to give it a try."

Ji Changmu's long black eyelashes glowed with the golden color of the sun. His eyes moved slightly and his voice was low and hoarse: "I know."

Qiao Muyuan probably realized that the atmosphere was too deep. She put her little head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "It's good that you know."

He raised his hand and rubbed her furry little head, smiling triumphantly: "A Yuan, how can I, Ji Changmu Hede, have such a beautiful you, eh?"

"Because my Mr. Ji is worth it."

His smile became clearer and more carefree, and his mature face was filled with satisfaction that he had never seen before.
Chapter completed!