Some of the places that Mu Qian arranged to go to were very familiar with Huo Jinxi.

The reason why I am familiar with it is not because he has been here, but because he has seen it.

He has watched those photos and videos about Xiaoxiao many times, and he has also seen the places where Mu Qian and Xiaoxiao have been to many times.

Mu Qian seemed not to avoid these places, but she did not mention Xiaoxiao either.

Heartbreak is hard to heal.

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

Mu Qian also knew clearly why Huo Jinxifei wanted to accompany her back to Philadelphia to live for a while.

March 1st, the 14th day of the first lunar month.

Mu Qian looked at the calendar before going to bed at night and realized that time had passed. She couldn't help but ask Huo Jinxi, who was sitting on the bedside reading a book: "It's been almost half a month since we've been out. When will we go back to Tongcheng?"

"I still have time." Huo Jinxi replied.

"Even if your company has nothing to do, Qi Ran is about to start school." Mu Qian said, "Don't you have to go back and prepare?"

"He likes this place very much." Huo Jinxi said, "What does it matter if you stay for a few more days."

After hearing this, Mu Qian paused for a moment and suddenly called him: "Huo Jinxi."

Huo Jinxi was still looking at the book in his hand and just replied.

Mu Qian turned his head slightly and smiled at him, "In two days, let's go and see Xiaoxiao."

Huo Jinxi's hand was flipping through the book suddenly paused. After a moment, he turned to look at her, his eyes deep and dark.

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

On March 4, the day when Xiaoxiao disappeared from this world.

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

"Okay." Mu Qian looked calm, and she only smiled faintly, saying, "I haven't seen her for a long time anyway. I'm leaving this time, and I don't know when it will be when I come back next time."

Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold her, but Mu Qian had already lie in the quilt, covered half of her head with the quilt, and lay with her back to him, and said only: "Then I promise you,

Just don't arrange anything else that day."

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

Mu Qian was originally lying quietly, but suddenly she felt him sticking up from behind and stretching out her hand to circle her.

The room was full of heating, but her body was slightly cool.

Huo Jinxi took her hand into her palm and rubbed it gently for a while, but still no warmth was seen.

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

Mu Qian let him move, but just sighed softly: "I'm not cold--"

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

Mu Qian was slightly surprised. When he came to his senses, his hand was already placed on his chest.

In addition to his body temperature, even his heartbeat was clearly visible.

Her hand couldn't help but shrink, as if she wanted to take it back, but Huo Jinxi just pressed her and prevented her from moving.

She was very familiar with the frequency of his heartbeat.

When he was in his arms, she couldn't help but pressed against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

At that time, he was only in his twenties, and his heartbeat was always very fast when he experienced love affairs.

She heard it but felt happy, as if the beating above normal frequency was him telling his joy.

Now, he has experienced storms and has passed through life and death. His heartbeat frequency has become so calm that it is unlike ordinary people.

Who is that extremely occasionally, almost imperceptible loss of control?

Mu Qian snuggled up to him quietly and gradually fell asleep.

Huo Jinxi kept tying her in his arms and pressed her hand on his chest until dawn.

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

Huo Jinxi looked at her down, as if she had been watching her all night.

Mu Qian moved, and then he realized that his hand was still in his chest, and his originally cold palm had already integrated with the temperature of his body.

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

"It's really not cold?" Huo Jinxi asked.

Mu Qian glanced at him, pulled out his hand, and showed it in front of him.

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

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

...

Mu Qian never forgot the day when Xiaoxiao left this world, but he almost never saw her on this day.

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

Speaking of the reason, it is nothing more than being busy, but the real reason is still guilt.

Because she felt that she was neglecting to take care of her daughter, she didn't even have the courage to face her and could only use her work to numb herself.

But now, in order to see Xiaoxiao with her, Huo Jinxi can even ignore the work that has always been put first.

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

Besides, she really missed her daughter.

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

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

Her anxiety was not very obvious, she was just looking out the window frequently, but Huo Jinxi still noticed it and reached out to hold her.

But Mu Qian did not relax because of this.

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

Huo Jinxi did not tell Mu Qian that he had already arrived the night he flew to New York this time.

This is his third time in just a few months, and he is much more familiar with this place than Mu Qian.

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

She really...has not been here for too long.

Huo Jinxi held her hand and walked all the way to Xiaoxiao’s tomb.

On the tombstone, Xiaoxiao smiled brightly as usual.

Mu Qian pursed her lips slightly, stood stiffly, without saying a word.

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

"Xiaoxiao, dad brings mom to see you." He said.

Mu Qian stood behind him, and when he heard this, tears suddenly fell down without any warning.

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

"I'm here too late." Mu Qian said softly.

Huo Jinxi wiped the tears from her face with her fingertips and whispered: "Xiaoxiao won't blame you."

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