Ji Changmu cleaned up the blood on the ground, and just as the postman came to deliver the newspaper, he walked out of the courtyard from the courtyard.

The postman is an old man. He loves his job very much. He delivers letters and newspapers every day in the wind and rain. But he doesn't see Ji Changmu very often. It's not easy to see him today. The old man smiled at Ji Changmu and hit him.

A greeting: "Mr. Boris, you have a day off today."

"Well, yes, today is a holiday."

The old man said hello and left. He still had work.

Ji Changmu retrieved the new newspaper, which was full of the scent of ink.

He had no interest in it at first, but for some reason, he accidentally opened it.

The news he saw half a month ago was swirling in his mind, exactly half a month from today.

Turning over a certain page of the international edition, a beautiful engagement photo came into view. Even though it was black and white, the page was not very large, but it could not hide the young beauty of the little girl.

Ji Changmu stared at the photo and did not look away for a long time.

He stood outside the courtyard in the early morning, his tall shadow falling on the ground, motionless.

The wind blew across his face, blowing the corners of the newspaper, and the fragrance of ink mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees floated in the manor in the early morning.

No matter what happens, he will never mistake Qiao Muyuan, the little girl who once belonged to him.

Now, she is engaged to Liang Kai.

The engagement party was held in London last night. It seemed that Liang Kai not only took good care of her, but also accommodated her.

It's good... Finally there is a man in this world who can treat her well and take care of her for the rest of her life.

Ji Changmu's eyes were a little dazed, his vision was blurry, and the photos in the newspaper were becoming less clear little by little, and the only sound left in his ears was the whistling wind.

It's a bit chilly in the morning like this.

Qiao Muyuan finally entered a new life again, and she could say goodbye to the past completely.

Ji Changmu lowered his head and gently touched the outline of the little girl's face in the photo with his fingers... All his fingertips touched was cold temperature.

In the photo, Qiao Muyuan only has a side face, but Ji Changmu will never mistake her no matter what.

Liang Kai is very good, at least better than him.

"Mr. Boris, there is another magazine. I forgot to give it to you just now." The old postman turned back on his bicycle. "I am really old, and I often sort the wrong newspapers and magazines. Fortunately, you don't dislike me."

Ji Changmu was brought back to reality by the old man's voice. He slightly raised the corners of his lips: "It doesn't matter."

"Hey, this little girl is so pretty. Who is a celebrity?" The old man accidentally caught a glimpse of the little girl in Ji Changmu's newspaper.

Ji Changmu closed the newspaper and smiled lightly: "The most beautiful little girl in the world."

"It's really good-looking. It turns out that Teacher Boris also has a hobby of chasing stars, haha." The old man joked, "But why doesn't Teacher Boris have a girlfriend? Living alone in such a big manor is too empty and deserted."

"There are no such plans for the time being."

"Oh, look at me, I talk a lot. I will continue to deliver the letter."

The old man left again, whistling, especially cheerfully.

Ji Changmu looked at his retreating back, still holding the magazine he had just handed over.

He had no intention of looking at it anymore, so he walked back to the living room alone, carefully cut out the photo of Qiao Muyuan from the newspaper and put it in the study drawer.

He hoped that the little girl who once belonged to him would be happy forever.

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At night, Ji Changmu developed a high fever.
Chapter completed!