If he didn't leave, the driver would keep waiting.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Ji Changmu lowered his head and took out his cell phone. He turned to the cell phone number that he could recite by heart. He didn't call it, he just looked at it.

After watching it for a long time, he clicked on a social platform. The only "little internet celebrity" he followed was very diligent in updating. He had to take a picture when he had breakfast in the morning, when he bought a cup of milk tea, and even more when he played a violin piece.

I want to share it, the updates are so frequent that it seems like I have nothing to do.

I did nothing and didn't even give him a call.

The corners of Ji Changmu's mouth were slightly curved as he was drunk.

He finally put down his cell phone and opened the car door.

"Let's go."

"Okay, Mr. Ji."

…

After spending a week in Bincheng during the Qingming Festival, Ji Changmu flew back to New York alone.

As soon as the plane landed, he didn't go anywhere and took the initiative to call Qiao Muyuan.

The little girl was surprised when she saw the jumping screen. How could he... call her?

It was raining lightly in New York, and Qiao Muyuan was lying on her bed listening to music and reading comics. Today was Saturday and there were no classes.

The phone rang for a while, and after confirming that he had dialed correctly, he picked up: "Professor."

"What are you doing?"

"Just got up."

"I'm so lazy. I've already flown to New York from China."

"Then what……"

"Come pick me up."

"Where are your housekeepers, drivers, assistants, and confidantes?"

"Are you coming or not?"

"If I go, I'll be forgiven for rescuing me last time, okay?"

"You are really good at bargaining."

"Do you agree? If you agree, I will go over now. I don't mind crawling out of bed to pick you up."

“time cafe on the first floor of the airport.”

"Here, I want a cup of hot cappuccino." Qiao Muyuan had already climbed out of bed.

They haven't seen each other for a long time. In fact... During this time, she often dreamed of him, but sometimes it was a nightmare. She dreamed that he was still with her one second, but disappeared the next second. She kept looking for him, from ten

I searched for him when I was in his twenties, and my hair turned white, but I still couldn't find him.

After waking up from the nightmare, she sat blankly on the bed and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

Then, looking at the rain outside the window, I wanted to call him several times...

Today he took the initiative to call. She walked down the steps, got dressed and went over.

When she arrived at the airport, she got out of the taxi holding a small floral umbrella and immediately spotted him among the crowd in the coffee shop. He was so eye-catching that it was difficult for others not to notice him.

The man was sitting in a quiet place in the corner, wearing a long khaki gray trench coat over a white shirt, with a peaceful expression on his face.

He also looked out the window at almost the same time and met Qiao Muyuan's gaze. Five or six steps away, drizzle fell in front of him, making his vision wet.

Qiao Muyuan wore a round-neck soft white thin sweater and simple blue jeans. She put away her small umbrella and ran towards him.

Long time no see.

She finally saw the real Ji Changmu in the corner, but she still remembered the feeling when she had nightmares two days ago, crying and fussing about not being able to find him.

That feeling... doesn't feel like a dream.

He smiled but made no move: "Didn't you go home during Qingming Festival?"

"I didn't reply. I just had to catch up on an architectural design draft."

"You haven't been back for almost a year, right?"

Qiao Muyuan sat down opposite him and took a sip of warm cappuccino: "My family doesn't want me anyway."

He laughed again.
Chapter completed!