"A Yuan" His lips trembled, not knowing how to answer her.

Qiao Muyuan no longer needed his answer, because he had already answered it once. In that operating room, he almost shot himself.

This time, Biluo Huangquan finally lives and dies together.

Qiao Muyuan touched his chin in the dark, and then followed the lines of his face. After a long time, she straightened up slightly, found his lips, and pressed a kiss on his lips: "Ji Changmu, I

I know you have no selfish intentions towards me

, like me unconditionally and without principles, pamper me, and treat me well. If there is an accident on the plane and you come to me in the next life, we will make an appointment to meet under a cherry blossom tree, but I may not like you by then, just as a stranger

He’s also a nice person.”

As she said that, she smiled softly.

"Okay." Ji Changmu grabbed the back of her head and kissed her lips.

Qiao Muyuan did not push him away.

She knew that the space in her heart occupied by Ji Changmu would never be filled by anyone else.

How can we easily forget someone we met when we were young?

This kiss was lingering and sentimental, lasting forever.

If today is the end, Ji Changmu knows that he will have no regrets.

He hugged Qiao Muyuan tightly, kissed her enough and pressed her against his chest: "Ayuan, close your eyes and go to sleep. When you wake up, it will be dawn."

“It’s so cold”

"Hold me." Ji Changmu had already wrapped her in his coat.

"Is the plane still spinning in the airflow?"

"I don't know." Ji Changmu knew that the situation was not good, but he would not say anything.

If it remains in the airflow and cannot get out, the fuel will be exhausted.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't sleep. Her ears were filled with loud "ping-ping-ping-pong-pong" sounds, cups breaking, and children crying uneasily.

The mood of the passengers became increasingly unstable, and some even wanted to rush to the cab, but fortunately, the flight attendants tried their best to stop them.

Qiao Muyuan retched several times, and her stomach and abdomen couldn't bear it anymore: "Ji Changmu, I feel so uncomfortable, I can't hold it anymore."

"Keep on holding on. If it's cold, put your hands in my sweater. Didn't you like it before? You can do it now too." Ji Changmu tried to ease her mood, "You can touch it and see, you still have abdominal muscles."

She had no strength to move, so Ji Changmu held her hand and stuffed it into his sweater.

Sure enough, her hands were very cold.

As soon as she touched Ji Changmu's body, Qiao Muyuan's fingers curled slightly, and she also smiled: "Ji Changmu, has any other woman touched you?"

"No."

"Are you cold too? You gave me all your clothes."

"I can handle it."

"A year ago at this time, we were in the Cold War."

"Can you still forgive me?"

"As long as we both survive, I will forgive you."

Life and death have passed, what else can't be forgiven?

No matter how strong the wind, rain and waves are, they are no match for the separation of life and death.

Qiao Muyuan had no strength to speak anymore, her shoulders were shaking, she was very cold, and her head was dizzy. She was afraid that she would lose consciousness in the next second.

The only thing Ji Changmu could do was to hug her tightly.

It turns out that when God wants to play a joke on you, you can't do anything but accept the mercy of fate.

"Ayuan, I love you very much." He whispered softly into her ear, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

She couldn't see him in the blinded cabin, but she hugged his waist: "Brother Ji"
Chapter completed!