Qiao Muyuan was very petite, leaning in his arms like a cat. Ji Changmu couldn't remember when she had relied on him so much.

Her little hands grasped his sweater tightly, her lips turned purple, and she was extremely uncomfortable: "Why isn't it over yet? I feel so uncomfortable. Ji Changmu, I know the probability of a plane accident is very small, but as long as it happens, there is no possibility of survival. I still

"Small"

"Yes, you are still young. Don't think too much. Think of something happy. What do you want to eat and do when you get there? I will take you there."

With a "pop" sound, all the lights on the plane went out, and the surrounding area fell into huge darkness.

Unable to see his fingers, Ji Changmu raised his head and glanced helplessly at the top of his head: "A Yuan, close your eyes."

Qiao Muyuan closed his eyes obediently, his body shivering: "It's so cold, Ji Changmu, are you cold? Why is it so cold all of a sudden? Is the plane about to crash? Ji Changmu, let me tell you a little secret. Do you want to listen?

?”

"What's the little secret?" Ji Changmu became curious and held her in his arms. He couldn't control the bumps, but he could relieve her discomfort.

In fact, he was not feeling well, his stomach was churning, and every violent shaking of the plane was like an earthquake.

The cabin was noisy, drowning out the sound of the studio, and the world was in chaos.

"It's nothing. I went to Bincheng during the summer vacation when I was seven years old. I went secretly and asked Butler Zhong to take me there. You didn't know, right? I saw you working part-time in a bar, and I also saw you." Qiao Muyuan paused.

After a pause, "Tong Qian is standing in front of you in a white skirt. At that time, you two seemed to be a good match for me. That's probably what first love feels like. A young man wearing a white shirt is standing under the green tree, waiting for the girl in a white skirt.

Girl, childhood sweetheart, may the years be peaceful."

"It's really hard for you to remember. I can't even remember it myself." Ji Changmu thought she was quite funny, so she was still telling him this at this time, "I know you went to Bincheng, you think a seven-year-old child

Can you hide it from me?"

Ji Changmu's breath was unsteady, the plane was still shaking, and the airflow was strong. Things on the floor of the cabin made a "ping-ping-pong-pong" sound. Some cups were broken, and something rolled to Ji Changmu's feet.

"If Ji Changmu's plane crashes, we will be in the newspapers tomorrow."

"The media may not know what they will write when the time comes, so it's best to stay safe."

"I'm so cold."

Ji Changmu also noticed the coldness. He wrapped his coat around Qiao Muyuan and pressed her against his chest.

His sweater was very warm, and Qiao Muyuan noticed his uneven heartbeat when she was close to him, but she could not see anything in the darkness.

"Ji Changmu, are you okay? You didn't look good when the plane just took off."

"I'm fine."

"You've always been like this, unwilling to say a word to me."

Ji Changmu paused, lowered his voice, and said in her ear: "Ayuan, do you regret meeting me in this life?"

The surroundings seemed to quiet down all of a sudden, and the only sound left in Qiao Muyuan's ears was Ji Changmu's rapid breathing. Her little hands tightly grasped his sweater, and she shook her head gently in his arms.

No regrets
Chapter completed!