Xia Youxin really wanted to go to the tomb to see Mo Xiaojun. She felt that she missed him too much. Even if she couldn't see the real person, seeing his tombstone would give her the strength to move forward.

But why did she have the nerve to trouble Hai Zhixuan?

"No, that's good. If I were still at Ye's house today, I might not even have time to think about him." She smiled sadly. Although she said rejection, Hai Zhixuan completely understood her.

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"Linjiang City is not far away. I'll definitely be back before five o'clock. Let's go, don't waste time."

With that said, before Xia Youxin could object, he picked up the chrysanthemums on the ground with one hand and held Xia Youxin's wrist down the mountain with the other hand.

Because she felt his sincerity, Xia Youxin didn't say any kind words.

The driver was driving and occasionally asked Xia Youxin to give directions.

She and Hai Zhixuan sat in the back seat, whispering a few words from time to time.

He had noticed Xia Youxin's dress a long time ago. The color and style of her clothes were very fresh. Today she looked more pure, beautiful and noble.

"Is this something Ye Qianmo specially prepared for you? It's very beautiful and suits you very well!" He said with a slight smile.

Xia Youxin responded with a smile, neither saying yes nor no.

"This kid still loves face so much."

Hai Zhixuan's words seemed to explain the reason why Ye Qianmo did this. The housekeeper said in the morning that she was from the Ye family and should not embarrass the Ye family when she went out.

"What's the matter with the injury on your wrist?" Hai Zhixuan asked again.

He saw her injury yesterday at the club, but it was not convenient to ask her. The wound was too deep, and it definitely didn't look like an accident, but more like what was left after committing suicide by slitting her wrists.

When he looked at her wound, Xia Youxin also looked at it subconsciously.

"Don't tell me that you can't hold on anymore and want to commit suicide. I don't think you are that fragile."

"No." Xia Youxin shook her head slightly and said, "Stop asking, okay? I'm very grateful to you, but I don't want to talk about what happened in the Ye family."

"Okay, then I won't ask. Whenever you need to talk to someone, I will be willing to listen at any time." Hai Zhixuan said gently.

Later in the car ride, Hai Zhixuan didn't take the initiative to speak again, and Xia Youxin didn't know what to say.

After a long time, she asked him in a low voice: "Are you angry?"

Such a little woman's question made Hai Zhixuan's heart warm. He couldn't help but look at her fondly and said with a slight smile: "I'm not as angry as the one named Ye."

Xia Youxin didn't know if it was because she missed Mo Xiaojun too much. When he looked at her like this, she always felt that he cared about her just like Xiaojun.

Her eyes flashed with trust, joy, and then a deep loneliness.

Hai Zhixuan felt that perhaps there would never be another woman in the world who could be as emotionally rich as her, yet so repressed. While he was feeling emotional, he was also happy for her flash of trust.

"Youxin, think of me as your friend. Aren't you tired of always rejecting others?" Hai Zhixuan looked at her sincerely and asked.

Xia Youxin knew that he meant well, but since Mo Xiaojun passed away, she seemed to have closed herself off.

She didn't want to have friends, whether they were men or women. She returned to the very self-conscious world she once had. Although she was very tired, she didn't want to get out.

Hai Zhixuan didn't seem to be in a hurry, she didn't say anything, and he filled the awkward atmosphere.

"It's okay. I'll treat you as a friend first. Whenever you want to be my friend, just tell me."

"Yes!" Xia Youxin nodded heavily and said softly: "I'm sorry."

"I can understand that you haven't gotten over the sadness of losing him yet."

Every word of Hai Zhixuan seemed to speak to Xia Youxin's heart, making her feel that he was indeed a considerate and good person.

In fact, the colder she is and rejecting everyone, the more Haizhixuan admires her.

In such an impetuous society, who else would pay so much for a deceased person? If it were a comparable woman, would she have found a new love long ago?
Chapter completed!