But some regrets can never be made up for.

Ji Changmu sat next to her, stretched his arms around her shoulders, and hugged her: "Do I still have a chance to apologize to Mrs. Qiao?"

"I don't know." Qiao Muyuan sighed, "You also know my mother's character. She has always been gentle, kind to others, and does not embarrass others. Even if she really forgives you verbally, she may not skip this matter in her heart. My brother's matter

For my mother, it is like a thorn that may never be removed in this life."

"I'll try my best." Ji Changmu could only try his best to seek forgiveness from Mrs. Qiao.

Chengfan's accident happened because of the Cheetah Group, and now that group has been wiped out in one fell swoop, it can only be regarded as a small amount of compensation for the Qiao family.

Qiao Muyuan pressed her face against his chest and when she mentioned her brother, she fell into silence and could no longer speak. Her throat was severely clogged.

One of her little hands curled up slightly and grabbed his sweater: "Ji Changmu, I miss my brother."

"And me."

"Sometimes I often feel that my brother is just on a business trip or studying abroad and will come back in the near future. I still can't accept that my brother has been buried in the abyss and will never call me Little Youzi again."

"Ayuan, I understand. Chengfan has always been very kind to you, and I will double his love for you in the future."

Qiao Muyuan sighed and said nothing more.

She closed her eyes and snuggled into Ji Changmu's arms.

…

On the morning of Qiao Muyuan's birthday, Ji Changmu got up very early. When she came downstairs, he took out the gift he had prepared for her.

A square, avocado-colored paper box, tied with a very high-end champagne-colored velvet bow.

"What is this?" Qiao Muyuan smiled and looked left and right, curious.

"Take it apart and take a look."

Qiao Muyuan sat on the sofa and untied the bow, and opened the box. It turned out to be a photo album. The album was full of her photos. Of course, they belonged to Ji Changmu's collection.

There is the still photo of her when she was a child, some selfies she posted on Instagram, and some ID photos when she was studying at Columbia University.

Qiao Muyuan smiled: "I don't even remember when I took some of the photos."

"It's not an expensive birthday gift. I just helped organize it. Happy birthday, A-Yuan."

"Original or replica?"

"They are all originals, and the photos I treasure are all here, especially this photo you gave me when you were a child. It turns out that it has been with me for more than ten years."

"You gave all these to me. If one day I don't get along with you, you won't even have the slightest thought of me."

"Isn't it?"

"Eh." Qiao Muyuan scrolled to the end, "Where's our group photo?"

"The album is full of your photos, and the ones in which I appear are not in them."

"Tsk, the old fox really has to keep a secret in everything he does. He just said he didn't think about it at all, but in the end, he still keeps that photo?"

"I'll keep that one. After all, it was exchanged for a divorce agreement, which cost a lot."

"You can keep it if you want." Qiao Muyuan didn't want it either.

Because she knew that in the future... they would have many, many photos together.

But remembering the scene when he asked her for a photo that day, Qiao Muyuan's heart trembled slightly. The sourness and pain still flowed slowly through her limbs and bones like a stream.
Chapter completed!