"Okay, let's go."

Qiao Muyuan smiled at her, his hands holding the cart were cold and white.

Sister Cui shook her head helplessly and left in the opposite direction of Qiao Muyuan.

She thought Qiao Muyuan knew the news about Ji Changmu, but she never thought that Qiao Muyuan didn't even call Ji Changmu. Is the relationship between people really so fragile?

That time Qiao Muyuan flew from China overnight to visit Ji Changmu who had a high fever. She thought that Qiao Muyuan was different from Ji Changmu. At least, he loved Mr. Ji very much.

Maybe the one I love is not Mr. Ji, but Mr. Ji!

Humanity is indifferent.

After checking out, Qiao Muyuan carried her handbag and walked out of the supermarket. Until she took a taxi and got into the car, her face was still pale, her expression was dazed, and her pupils were unfocused.

The driver asked her several times: "Miss, where are you going?"

"Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Muyuan came to his senses in a trance and reported his address. The fingertips holding the handbag had already turned white.

It turned out that it had been more than a year since she last saw Ji Changmu.

This year, nothing was left in her life.

This year, the only thing she did was to leave New York early. She didn't want to study anymore.

Why she didn't want to read it, but she couldn't give herself an answer.

The car went around a path, and when he looked up suddenly, Qiao Muyuan saw the abandoned church. The outer surface had been washed by the rain and was very clean.

She remembered that the last time she met Ji Changmu was here. It turned out... a year ago.

"Wait, stop." Qiao Muyuan paid the driver and got off the bus.

She carried her handbag and entered the church through the side door step by step.

The place is still abandoned, no one has invested in repairs, and the windows are covered with dust. When beams of light shine in from the stained glass windows, the dust dances wildly, and it feels like traveling through time.

Unlike the abundant light outside, this place seems to be covered with a thick layer of dust, quiet and soundless.

With every step you take, dust will rise up, fall on your feet, and subside.

Qiao Muyuan closed his eyes, and his nose was filled with the smell of dust and rotten wood, as well as the smell of damp rain.

Surrounded by dust and ruins, she was thinking of that day a year ago, also here.

That was the last time she saw Ji Changmu.

The last time...

These four words made Qiao Muyuan's heart bleed.

She had always hoped that he would live a good life, have a successful career, and stand in glory. Even after learning that em was acquired, she still hoped that he could live a comfortable and smooth life and have everything he wanted.

But she never thought that the last time they met might be a farewell.

Sister Cui's words swirled in her mind: "But that time Mr. Ji started coughing and vomited blood after drinking the soup."

Qiao Muyuan's heart ached dullly, and the handbag fell to the ground with a "snap", which was like a loud noise in this isolated place.

Dust rose up and soon fell down again.

Qiao Muyuan stood motionless and opened his eyes, as if that person was still in front of him, as if time was still stuck a year ago, as if everything this year was just a bizarre dream.

There was no him in this dream, and there would never be this person in her life again.

They will never see each other again.

I remember when we first met, the wind blowing green leaves in the south building.

She was still little at that time, and she could laugh, make noise, and reach out for him to hold.
Chapter completed!