There are some places where Mu Qian arranges to go, and some Huo Jinxi is familiar with.

The reason why he is familiar is not because he has been, but because he has seen it.

Those photos and videos about Xiaoxiao, he watched many times and watched it many times. Those places that Mu Qianhe had visited had seen it many times.

Mu Qian does not seem to avoid these places, but she does not mention a smile.

Healing is hard to heal.

Huo Jinxi knew clearly that she was not so easy to recover.

And Mu Qian also knew clearly that Huo Jinxifei had to accompany her back to Feicheng for a while.

On March 1, the first month of the lunar calendar.

Mu Qian looked at the calendar before going to bed at night before she realized that time flies. Huo Jinxi, who was sitting on the bed and reading a book: "It's been almost half a month, when will we go back to Tongcheng?"

"I still have time." Huo Jinxi replied.

"Even if your company is fine, Qi Ran is about to start." Mu Qian said, "Don't you have to go back to prepare?"

"He likes here very much." Huo Jinxi said, "What does it matter for a few more days?"

After hearing this sentence, Mu Qiang paused for a moment, and suddenly shouted him: "Huo Jinxi."

Huo Jinxi still looked at the book in his hand, but just responded.

Mu Qian smiled at him slightly, "After two days, let's look at it with a smile."

Huo Jinxi's hand rolled over the book. After a while, he turned to look at her, his eyes deep and dull.

"Actually, you want to wait until March 4th, look at her, right?" Mu Qian asked.

On March 4th, Xiaoxiao disappeared from this world.

Huo Jinxi did not deny: "I want to see her with you."

"Okay." Mu Qian looked calm and smiled slightly, saying, "Anyway, I haven't seen her for a long time. This time I left, and I don’t know when I came back next time."

Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand, and seemed to want to hold her, but Mu Qian had lying in the bed, covering half of his head with a quilt, and lying on his back at him.

Don't arrange other things that day. "

Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment, put down the book in his hand, and lay down.

Mu Qian was lying quietly, and suddenly felt that he was posted from behind him, reaching out to circulate her.

The heating in the room was enough, but her body was slightly cold.

Huo Jinxi incorporated her hand into the palm and rubbed it gently for a while, but still didn't see it.

After Huo Jinxi paused for a moment, he suddenly flipped Mu Qian's body slowly.

Mu Qianren moved by him, but just sighed softly: "I'm not cold-"

The next moment, Huo Jinxi took her hand and put it in his pajamas.

Mu Qian was surprised slightly. When he returned to God, his hand had been placed on his chest.

Except for body temperature, even his heartbeat is clearly detected.

Her hand couldn't help shrinking, it seemed that she wanted to take it back, but Huo Jinxi just pressed her and didn't let her move.

The frequency of his heartbeat, she can't be familiar with it.

When those intimate moments were incorporated into her arms, she always couldn't control it on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

At that time, he was only in his twenties. After experiencing a relationship, his heartbeat was always fast.

She only felt happy in her ear, as if the beating higher than the normal frequency was that he was telling his joy.

Now, he has gone through the wind and rain. From the moment of life and death, the frequency of heartbeat has long been calm and not like ordinary people.

That extremely occasional, almost undetectable loss of control, but for whom?

Mu Qian leaned against him quietly and gradually fell asleep.

Huo Jinxi kept her in his arms, holding her hand on his chest until dawn.

In the early morning, Mu Qian was awakened by the sound of Huo Qiran's footsteps running in the corridor. When she opened her eyes, she was still lying in Huo Jinxi's arms in the same posture as last night.

Huo Jinxi lowered his eyes and looked at her, as if he had been watching her all night.

Mu Qian moved and realized that her hand was still on his chest. The originally cold palm had already merged with the warmth of his body.

"It's not cold now," she said.

"Is it really not cold anymore?" Huo Jinxi asked.

Mu Qian glanced at him, took out her hand, and showed it in front of him.

Huo Jinxi held her hand again. This time, he put it to his lips and kissed it gently.

Compared to his chest, there was no warmth on his lips, but Mu Qian seemed to be burned, and quickly withdrew her hand, turned over and got out of bed.

…

Mu Qian has never forgotten the day when Xiaoxiao left this world, but he almost never visited her on that day.

In fact, even in normal times, she rarely visits her.

Speaking of the reason, it was just busy, but the real reason was guilt after all.

Because she felt that she had neglected to take care of and accompany her daughter, she did not even have the courage to face her and could only use work to numb herself.

But now, in order to go see Xiaoxiao with her, Huo Jinxi could even ignore the work that he always put first.

Mu Qian didn't want to offend Huo Jinxi's kindness.

Besides, she really misses her daughter.

Early on the morning of the 4th, Huo Jinxi entrusted Huo Qiran to Qi Yuan and accompanied Mu Qian to the cemetery.

The closer she got to the cemetery, the more uneasy Mu Qian seemed.

Her uneasiness was not obvious, she just looked out the window frequently, but Huo Jinxi still noticed it and stretched out his hand to hold her.

But Mu Qian did not relax.

Huo Jinxi just held her hand and walked into the cemetery.

Huo Jinxi did not tell Mu Qian that he had already been here the night he flew to New York.

This was the third time he had set foot in this place in just a few months, and he was far more familiar with it than Mu Qian.

Mu Qian followed him, her eyes only looking in one direction - she knew where Xiaoxiao was lying, but for a moment, she couldn't even tell which tombstone it was.

She really hasn't been here for a long time.

Huo Jinxi held her hand and walked all the way to Xiaoxiao's grave.

On the tombstone, the smile was as bright as ever.

Mu Qian pursed her lips slightly, stood stiffly, and said nothing.

Huo Jinxi put down the daisy in his hand, looked at the round smiling face on the tombstone, and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoxiao, daddy is bringing mommy to see you." He said.

Mu Qian stood behind him, and upon hearing these words, tears suddenly fell down unprepared.

Huo Jinxi stood up, stretched out his hand to hold her again, and took her into his arms.

"I came too late." Mu Qian said softly.

Huo Jinxi wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips and whispered, "Xiaoxiao won't blame you."

Mu Qian was quiet for a moment, then suddenly nodded.
Chapter completed!