In the early morning of late July, she stepped onto the airport with her suitcase.

She didn't tell anyone the time the plane would take off, and came to the airport silently.

The morning wind carries a hint of sweetness, like the scent of dewdrops.

Take a deep breath and smell the aroma of grass and green trees.

This is the unique breath of summer, which is deeply engraved in my mind, like a knife carving, and cannot be erased.

It hasn't rained in the past few days, and it's extremely hot outside.

Ye Jiaqi wore a purple-pink knee-length dress and tied up her short hair with a hair tie, looking very refreshing.

She had no makeup and was dragging a heavy suitcase in her thin hands.

She came to the capital with nothing, and when she left, she was alone.

She was afraid of separation, so she didn't tell Ning An and Huo Jingyi that she was gone.

By the time they found out, she was already on a plane to the United States.

She left a note for Ning An, hoping that An An would be happy.

After Ye Jiaqi got off the taxi, he carried his heavy luggage and walked to the airport facing the sun.

"Why……"

Accidentally, Ye Jiaqi was walking carelessly, tripped on the steps and fell to the ground!

A piece of skin was scratched on his hand. Ye Jiaqi stood up from the ground and blew on it distressedly.

It hurts so much.

My knee was also bruised.

There was blood flowing out. Ye Jiaqi gritted his teeth and lowered his head to simply treat the wound.

"Do you need help?" The airport service staff came over.

"Is there an infirmary?"

"Yes, come with me."

"good."

Ye Jiaqi held on to the suitcase and staggered behind the staff.

He was so embarrassed that he could fall down whenever he walked.

My knee was scratched and it hurt a lot.

The sun was scorching the top of her head, and layers of sweat were streaming down her forehead.

Ye Jiaqi left with the staff.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce was parked under a dense camphor tree.

The man in the passenger seat had a solemn expression and a deep gaze, with an unknown light shining through his sharp eyes, like a deep pool of water with no bottom.

He saw Ye Jiaqi dragging his suitcase out of the taxi, and he saw Ye Jiaqi fall.

After a long time, he lit a cigarette.

The smell of nicotine can stimulate the nerves.

The smell of smoke spread in the car.

"Sir." Meng Chen, who was in the driver's seat, turned to look at him and put his hands lightly on the steering wheel, "Are you going back?"

Josnian took a puff of cigarette and said calmly, "Let's go."

Meng Chen nodded and turned the car around.

Like a sharp black arrow, the car quickly disappeared under the morning sun at the airport.

Meng Chen drove the car onto the highway: "Sir, do you want to go to the group?"

"Go to the cemetery."

Meng Chen's hand paused slightly, and his heart sank uncontrollably.

Cemetery…

On the way, at a flower shop, Josnian bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Meng Chen knew that on this day, just a few days before the murder case, it was understandable that Josnian went to the cemetery...

Meng Chen's heart still sank.

Qin Qing is buried in the cemetery, as well as the people from Qiao Zhai who died in the accident.

Including Meng Chen’s father.

After many years, Meng Chen's heart is no longer too troubled. After all, more than 20 years have passed.

Both he and Master Qiao have grown from children under ten years old to men in their thirties.

We have already endured what we should bear, and who can live in the shadows all their lives?

Meng Chen also bought white chrysanthemums for his father and accompanied Josnian to the cemetery.
Chapter completed!