Winter is getting colder day by day.

New York's winters are colder.

As soon as the Christmas party ended, Qiao Muyuan immediately flew to New York. She didn't expect that Ji Changmu also took the same flight and was in the same row as her.

In order to sit with her, he even changed seats with the middle-aged woman next to her.

Generally speaking, most people are not willing to change positions, but Ji Changmu smiled with a smile on his face, and no woman could resist his tenderness.

Ji Changmu pulled up the partition, pressed the "Do Not Disturb" button, and fastened his seat belt.

"Ayuan, please give me some advice." The man sat beside her and turned to look at her.

Qiao Muyuan glanced at him: "How dare you give me advice, Mr. Ji?"

After saying that, she turned to look out the window and ignored Ji Changmu again.

The lights on the plane outlined Qiao Muyuan's perfectly beautiful profile. She looked at it for a while and felt bored, so she closed her eyes and started to sleep.

Ji Changmu knew that she was not asleep, so he whispered: "You still played the violin well today, but the boy playing the guitar can't keep up with your rhythm. Don't ask him to cooperate next time."

"He is a new student this year. He is just a little nervous. I will not deny him because of this small problem."

"You are always so kind. This is why you are different from me. You always have the ability to make people feel like a spring breeze, making people feel happy and happy. If it weren't for you, Ji Changmu would still be in the deep pool and darkness now.

There is no redemption in this life." As he spoke, Ji Changmu closed his eyes slightly, and in front of his eyes were the fleeting glimpses of his time with her over the years.

When he was young, Qiao Muyuan looked like a little angel, and later on, Qiao Muyuan looked like a happy and trouble-free elf.

They form a sharp contrast.

Without her, he would have become an elite on Wall Street and a king in the financial circle, but he would not know what lovesickness is and what love is.

The plane began to take off, and the aircraft gradually became quiet.

Ji Changmu sighed and said nothing more.

I don't know why, but my mind is filled with all kinds of memories, all of them being with Qiao Muyuan over the years. I also have a strange feeling in my heart, with more dull pain than pleasure.

It was as if a hammer kept hitting his heart, and his body felt unusually heavy.

The doctor said there was nothing wrong with him, so why was he feeling uncomfortable at this moment?

This discomfort eroded his body, and his limbs felt cold to the touch.

Ji Changmu curled up his fingers secretly, with some cold sweat on his forehead.

Not sure if there was a connection between them, Qiao Muyuan opened her eyes and saw his fingers trembling slightly. Her face turned pale: "Ji Changmu, what's wrong with you? The plane has already taken off."

"It's okay, maybe it's because I haven't flown for more than half a year."

"Are you really okay? You must say something if you have something to say."

He opened his eyes, looked at the little face close at hand, and smiled: "Are you nervous about me?"

"We just met, I don't want to see anything happen to you."

"No, the doctor said I'm fine and I've stopped taking all the medicine."

"What did Qiao Zhixing say? He is your attending doctor."

"I didn't call him. I originally wanted to find him when I went to New York this time."

"You are too willful and don't take your own body seriously." Qiao Muyuan was anxious and angry, gritting his teeth secretly.
Chapter completed!