"Janna, after all, you have been with the CEO for a while, don't you know anything about his character and temperament? If he doesn't want people to know his whereabouts, then no one will ever know. Janna, say no.

To put it mildly, during the time you were with the CEO, did you really love him? Why are you asking these questions a year later?"

Qiao Muyuan didn't have the strength to say anything to Lewis. She held on to the table, her eyes filled with water, and said hoarsely: "I just want to know... is he still alive? His mother is not in good health, has he returned to Bincheng?

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"No, he has not returned to Bincheng. Mrs. Yang is now living in a nursing home in Bincheng."

"Sanatorium?" Qiao Muyuan's heart skipped a beat. He cared so much about his mother, how could he not go see her...

"I've said everything that needs to be said. I have no obligation to tell you this. It's just because you met the president that he was... very interested in you."

Lewis had nothing more to say. He packed up the documents and stood up to leave the office.

Qiao Muyuan didn't pester Lewis anymore. Lewis really had no obligation to tell her this.

But almost all the news points to an ending, Ji Changmu is no longer around.

He had already arranged his posthumous affairs a year ago, including em, including his mother, even her, including Sister Cui, including his properties and vehicles.

It seems that everything is arranged.

There is no Ji Changmu in this world anymore. He passed away a year ago.

There was the bustling noise of students outside the window, and the youthful years were filled with infinite vitality, but Qiao Muyuan lowered his head and covered his ears, with two lines of tears sliding down his face.

She called "Brother Ji" many times, but no one responded.

She doesn't want his things, and she doesn't care whether he likes her or not. She just wants him to live well. Even if they never meet again, at least... he is still alive.

Qiao Muyuan's mind went blank, and he barely stood up with his hands on the desk.

That person fell quietly into her life like a cherry blossom, bringing her countless joys and heartbeats, but was blown away by the wind in the waning season of spring, as if he had never appeared in her life and passed by in a hurry.

She once again experienced the feeling of losing Ji Changmu. It was exactly the same as many years ago. At that time, Ji Changmu also disappeared completely from her life, but at least...she knew that he was alive.

With tears in his eyes, Qiao Muyuan looked out the window and saw students walking past the office.

A cherry blossom tree is in full bloom quietly, and the petals are flying in the breeze.

Naturally, life grows and hates water.

…

The summer sky is as clear as water.

The morning wind carried the fresh scent of vines, there were roses winding upward on the fence wall, there were no weeds in the clean garden, and Peter slept lazily in the shade.

Qiao Muyuan graduated.

She is on a flight back to Beijing this morning.

Under the morning sun, she stood on the steps wearing a light blue short-sleeved thin skirt, reluctantly looking at the plants and trees in the villa. These familiar flowers, plants and buildings helped her spend a stable life studying abroad.

The wind mixed with the sultry breath blew by, blowing her long black hair, and her hair was tangled, and there was an indifferent light in her eyes.

Thousands of rays of light fell in her eyes, and she raised her hands to block some of the scorching sun.
Chapter completed!