Huo Jinxi was familiar with some of the places Mu Qian arranged to go.

The reason why he is familiar is not because he has been here, but because he has seen it before.

He had watched those photos and videos about Xiaoxiao many times, and he had also seen the places Mu Qian and Xiaoxiao had been to many times.

Mu Qian didn't seem to avoid these places, but she didn't mention Xiaoxiao either.

A broken heart never heals.

Huo Jinxi knew clearly that it was not that easy for her to recover.

And Mu Qian also knew clearly why Huo Jinxi wanted to accompany her back to Philadelphia to stay for a while.

March 1, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month.

Mu Qian glanced at the calendar before going to bed at night and was shocked to realize that time had flown by. She couldn't help but ask Huo Jinxi, who was sitting on the bedside reading a book: "It's been almost half a month since we came out. When will we go back to Tongcheng?"

"I still have time." Huo Jinxi replied.

"Even if your company is not busy, Qi Ran is about to start school." Mu Qian said, "Don't you need to go back to prepare?"

"He likes it here very much." Huo Jinxi said, "What does it matter if he stays for a few more days."

After hearing this, Mu Qian paused for a moment and suddenly called him: "Huo Jinxi."

Huo Jinxi still looked at the book in his hand and just responded.

Mu Qian tilted her head slightly and smiled at him, "In two days, let's go see Xiaoxiao."

Huo Jinxi's hand that was flipping through the book suddenly paused. After a moment, he turned to look at her, his eyes deep and dark.

"Actually, you want to wait until March 4th to see her, right?" Mu Qian asked.

March 4th is the day Xiaoxiao disappeared from this world.

Huo Jinxi did not deny it: "I want to go see her with you."

"Okay." Mu Qian looked calm and just smiled lightly and said, "Anyway, I haven't seen her for a long time. I left this time and I don't know when I will come back next time."

Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold her, but Mu Qian had already laid down on the bed, covering half of her head with the quilt, lying with her back to him, and only said: "Then I promise you,

Just don’t arrange anything else that day.”

Huo Jinxi was quiet for a moment, put down the book in his hand, and lay down.

Mu Qian was lying quietly when she suddenly felt him coming up from behind and stretched out his hand to wrap around her.

The room was well heated, but her body was slightly cold.

Huo Jinxi took her hand into his palm and rubbed it gently for a while, but it still didn't feel warm.

After Huo Jinxi paused for a moment, he suddenly slowly turned Mu Qian's body over.

Mu Qian let him move and sighed softly: "I'm not cold -"

The next moment, Huo Jinxi took her hand and put it into his pajamas.

Mu Qian was slightly startled, and when she came to her senses, her hand had already been placed on his chest.

In addition to his body temperature, even his heartbeat can be clearly detected.

She couldn't help but shrink her hand, as if she wanted to take it back, but Huo Jinxi just held her down and refused to let her move.

The frequency of his heartbeat was something she was all too familiar with.

In those intimate moments in the past, when she was in his arms, she could not help but cling to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

At that time, he was only in his twenties, and his heartbeat was always very fast when he was experiencing love affairs.

She only felt happy when she heard it, as if the beating at a higher than normal frequency was him telling his joy.

But now, he has gone through ups and downs, passed through the critical moments of life and death, and between gains and losses, the frequency of his heartbeat has long been so steady that it is unlike ordinary people.

It is extremely occasional, who is out of control, but who is it?

Mu Qian snuggled him quietly and gradually fell asleep.

Huo Jinxi has been circled her in her arms and pressed her hands on her chest until it was dawn.

In the early morning, Mu Qian was awakened by the footsteps of Huo Qiran running in the corridor. When she opened her eyes, she was still lying in Huo Jinxi's arms with her gesture last night.

Huo Jinxi looked down at her, as if she had watched her all night.

When Mu Qian moved, he noticed that his hand was still in his chest. The original cool palm had been integrated with the temperature of his body.

"It's not cold now." She said.

"It's really cold?" Huo Jinxi asked.

Mu Qian glanced at him, pulled out his hand, and showed it in front of him.

Huo Jinxi held her hand again. This time, he put it on his lips and kissed it gently.

Compared with his chest, he didn't have any temperature on his lips, but Mu Qian seemed to be burned a bit, quickly pulled back his hand, turned over and got out of bed.

Nympho

When she smiled and left this world, Mu Qian never forgotten, but she almost never saw her on this day.

In fact, even in normal times, she rarely goes to see her.

Speaking of the reason, it is nothing more than busy, but the real reason is still guilty.

Because she felt that she was negligent in her daughter, she didn't even have the courage to face her, she could only paralyze herself with work.

But now, in order to watch with her and laugh and laugh, Huo Jinxi can even care about the work that has always been the first place.

Mu Qian didn't want to brush Huo Jinxi's kindness.

Moreover, she really misses her daughter.

In the early morning of the 4th, Huo Jinxi entrusted Huo Qiran to Qi Yuan and accompanied Mu Qian to the cemetery.

The closer to the cemetery, Mu Qian seems to be uneasy.

Her anxiety did not perform too much, but she just looked out the window frequently, but Huo Jinxi noticed it, and reached out to hold her.

But Mu Qian did not relax because of this.

Huo Jinxi held her hand like this and walked into the cemetery.

Huo Jinxi did not tell Mu Qian that the night when he came to New York this time, he had already been here.

In just a few months, he has been stepping on the third time, much more familiar to Mu Qian.

Mu Qian followed him, looking at only one direction -she knew that she was lying there with a smile, but for a while, she couldn't even tell which tombstone was.

She is really ... it hasn't been here for too long.

Huo Jinxi held her hand and walked all the way to the tomb of Xiaoxiao all the way.

On the tombstone, laugh as always, as always.

Mu Qian pursed his lips slightly, stood stiffly, and said nothing.

Huo Jinxi put down the little daisy in his hand and looked at the round smile on the tombstone, smiling slightly.

"Smile, my father takes my mother to see you." He said.

Mu Qian stood behind him, and when he heard this, his tears suddenly fell without any defense.

Huo Jinxi stood up, reached out again to pull her, and took her into her arms.

"I'm here too late." Mu Qian said low.

Huo Jinxi wiped the tears on her face with her fingertips and whispered: "Smile will not blame you."

Mu Qian quietly nodded. Suddenly nodded.
Chapter completed!