On the morning of New Year's Eve, Qiao Muyuan still did not express his position, and Ji Changmu did not urge him. He silently packed a suitcase.

The air in the early morning was full of fog, and visibility was very low. It was impossible to see the scenery opposite the villa.

The sky is still gray and everything has not yet awakened.

After Ji Changmu had a simple breakfast, he picked out a dark black long coat and wore it with a gray cashmere scarf.

His mother is still here, so he has to go back to Bincheng.

If there is time, he will return to the capital tomorrow to accompany Qiao Muyuan.

Ji Changmu knew that he could not leave quietly, so he opened the door of Qiao Muyuan's bedroom.

The room was dark, the curtains were tightly closed, Qiao Muyuan was sleeping peacefully on the big bed, with one arm exposed outside the quilt.

Ji Changmu covered her with the quilt and did not leave immediately. He sat by the bed for a while, then lowered his head and called her name in her ear: "Ayuan."

Qiao Muyuan's brows moved, as if he heard the sound, but he did not open his eyes.

"Ayuan, today is New Year's Eve, happy New Year's Eve. I will go back to Bincheng and try my best to come back tomorrow to celebrate the New Year with you."

"Hmm..." She seemed to hear it and responded.

Ji Changmu's fingers gently touched her cheek. Under the dim light, Qiao Muyuan's face was fair and sleeping peacefully. His fingertips touched her face and he couldn't bear to move away for a long time.

"Ayuan, call me at any time. I'll be leaving in a moment. Remember to eat well."

"Ji Changmu..." She said dumbly, and woke up in a daze. She opened her slightly hazy eyes and looked at him in front of her, but quickly closed her eyes again, "Let's go."

"A-Yuan, actually I would rather take you back with me."

"I just dreamed about my brother again... I could see him at this time in previous years... He would buy us a lot of New Year gifts, take me to the streets of Beijing, and give me a big New Year red envelope.

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As she spoke, a drop of tear fell on the pillow in Qiao Muyuan's eyes, and her voice became lower and lower until she swallowed harder.

Ji Changmu hurriedly wiped her tears: "Ayuan, don't cry."

Qiao Muyuan pursed her lips, stopped talking, and shed no more tears. She just closed her eyes and remained motionless.

How dare Ji Changmu leave her and sit beside the bed: "A Yuan, would you like to go to Bincheng with me? I will take you to celebrate the New Year."

"What kind of relationship do we have..." Qiao Muyuan sneered, his voice hoarse, "We have nothing to do with each other, why should I go home with you to celebrate the New Year?"

"Then I won't leave. I'll stay with you in the capital."

"Let's go. Aunt Yang has never been in good health. You go back to stay with her."

"How about I bring my mother to the capital and have a New Year's Eve dinner together then."

"Ji Changmu, is there any reason to ask Aunt Yang to come to the capital? You don't have to accommodate me. I still have Uncle Tao here in the capital. He will accompany me, so you don't have to worry. Besides, Auntie is not feeling well and can't travel hard. I think,

She also prefers to stay in Bincheng."

How could Ji Changmu not be worried?

"Then I'll stay with you in the capital." Ji Changmu didn't plan to leave either, even if he went back to see his mother in a few days.

He really didn't feel at ease with Qiao Muyuan looking like this.

He also understood that she was thinking about Qiao Chengfan again.

"I don't want you to accompany me." Qiao Muyuan drove him away, frowning, "Go back and accompany Aunt Yang."

"A Yuan..."

"You go back to Bincheng, I will be alone."
Chapter completed!