Many things in the past were deliberately buried in Mu Qian's memory.

And all the things that were buried were all related to this man.

Just like the iron box in front of you.

There are dozens of portraits in the iron box, each of which is painted by her own hands.

Some are drawn on white paper, some are drawn on notebooks, and some are drawn on textbooks.

It was also when she saw these portraits again that she remembered the mood she had in the past when she loved this man.

When she saw him, she lost herself completely, and when she couldn't see him, she drew the thoughts of him.

So some of these paintings were drawn at home, some were drawn at school, some were drawn late at night, and some were drawn in class.

When I miss you to the extreme, I lift up the brush and every picture is him.

What was in the pen, unconcealed and uncontrollable, was all the love she had for him.

Therefore, when she was forced to leave the Huo family and was about to go to the United States, she packed her luggage and tidied up the most not her clothes, shoes and socks, nor books and toys, but all kinds of portraits.

But after searching casually, I found dozens of pictures, but there were only more of them that were not found.

But what can she do with these portraits?

When she was most desperate, she lay on the bed and cried bitterly. After crying, she found an iron box and put all the portraits in.

Even though a heart still couldn't extricate itself from expectation, reason told her that she should not keep these portraits, just like that man, did not belong to her.

She ran into the garden with an iron box in her arms and buried the box under a jacaranda plant.

After burying her, she sat under the tree for a long time and fell asleep unknowingly. When she woke up, Jacaranda fell all over her body.

Flowers are always easy to fall, and good dreams are easy to wake up.

Her dream about him should have woken up after all.

She buried the box and never thought about digging it out, so when she returned to the house, she didn't remember that she had buried things in the garden.

This box should have been buried under the Jacaranda plant, but it appeared in Huo Jinxi's study.

He once abandoned her like a piece of grass, but the box she buried in the study was placed in the study.

He cared about that past?

Huo Jinxi stood quietly for a moment, finally turned to look at her, and slowly spoke: "For me, the past is indeed not that important."

Mu Qian looked at him for a moment and chuckled slowly, "I thought you would say, you care. The reason you drove me away was to protect me. In fact, you have always liked me and missed me very much. Why didn't you lie to me?"

Huo Jinxi looked at her quietly, "Is it meaningful?"

"It's meaningless." Mu Qian replied lightly, but his eyes fell on the iron box again, "So what's the meaning of the things in that box?"

Although the box oxidized and painted, the things inside were well preserved, not like they had been buried in the ground for a long time. In other words, it should have been dug out just after it was buried, or shortly after it was buried.

She didn't know how he knew, but she was sure that he had kept the box for a long time.

Why should I be as heartless as him?

Thinking of this, Mu Qian suddenly chuckled, "Why throw it away completely."

After saying that, she was about to go over Huo Jinxi to get the box. Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand and stopped it. Mu Qian's whole body was pressed against his arm, and he immediately hooked it into his arms and tightly surrounded it.

This posture is a bit awkward, but Huo Jinxi doesn't seem to want to let go.

His eyes fell on her face, breathing slightly slow, but he didn't say anything.

Mu Qian stood stiffly for a moment before looking up at him, "You have lived a hard life in the past seven years, right?"

Huo Jinxi's eyes were profound.

"I heard that you have been betrayed many times, so I don't trust people very much now. Even because of suspicion, I don't even dare to have women." Mu Qian raised his head slightly, "What about me? Do you believe me?"

Huo Jinxi looked at her with his eyes down, and then he slowly spoke up for a long time: "I believe."

"What do you believe in?" Mu Qian asked, "What do you believe in me?"

"everything."

Mu Qian suddenly laughed. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked again: "Where is Ye Jingwei? Do you believe me about her?"

Speaking of Ye Jingwei, Huo Jinxi's arms suddenly tightened a lot. After a while, Mu Qian heard his voice again: "I believe it."

"Do you believe it?" Mu Qian sneered, "How did you believe it? You brought her to me, you said she was your girlfriend, you said I was delusional, you told me to get out of the Huo family--"

Huo Jinxi instantly pressed Mu Qian against the wall, lowered her head and closed her lips heavily.

She struggled hard, and as she breathed, the kiss was almost gnawed, but Huo Jinxi never let go.

Mu Qian resisted for a long time in vain and finally gave up gradually.

But Huo Jinxi kept holding her tightly until her hands were numb.

Regarding the past, he didn't want to argue for himself.

The reason she was asked to leave was because she knew what she was going to face and what she should do.

So he mercilessly eliminated all people and things that could become his own constraints, and turned himself into a person without weaknesses, who was extremely lonely and cruel.

He can ignore life and death, let alone those irrelevant people and things?

But this road is not easy to walk. Such a life can be so hard that it is dark.

Friends who are familiar with him say he should be sent to an abnormal human research center, but only he knows that he is still an ordinary person and misses the sunny days before.

Among those who are worth remembering, there is only one person. The sincerity and enthusiasm she once dedicated to him, occasionally recalling a little, is enough to warm the whole cold night.

She thought she wasn't that important, and he thought she wasn't that important.

It was not until seven years later that he finally realized what he had lost.

"What else do you want to accuse?" Huo Jinxi slowly let go of her lips and spoke low, "Speak them all."

Mu Qian lowered her eyes, but she didn't speak for a long time.

What else should I accuse?

What's the use of complaining about those injuries and pains that happened in the past, those lost people and things, and those irreversible years?

She hid her wounds hard during the numb days, and he missed the only warmth of the past in the dark and dull years.

She and him are just two poor people after all.

"It's gone." A long time later, Mu Qian finally spoke, "Huo Jinxi, I feel relieved that you have been living a bad life over the years. I feel happy and I have no intention of calming down."

"But I have it," he said.

Mu Qian finally looked up at him again.
Chapter completed!