Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6990 The wind blows the green leaves in the south building (7)

"Okay, let's go."

Qiao Muyuan smiled at her, his hands holding the trolley were cold and white.

Sister Cui shook her head helplessly, and left in the opposite direction to Qiao Muyuan.

She thought that Qiao Muyuan knew about Ji Changmu, but she never thought that Qiao Muyuan hadn't even called Ji Changmu. Is the relationship between people really so fragile?
That time Qiao Muyuan flew from China overnight to visit Ji Changmu who had a high fever. She thought that Qiao Muyuan treated Ji Changmu differently, at least, he loved Mr. Ji very much.

Maybe it's not Mr. Ji who loves, but Mr. Ji is something else!
Human feelings are cold.

After checking out, Qiao Muyuan walked out of the supermarket with a handbag in her hand. She was still pale, her eyes were in a trance, and her pupils were not focused until she got into a taxi.

The driver asked her several times: "Miss, where are you going?"

"Miss, are you unwell?"

Qiao Muyuan regained consciousness in a trance, reported an address, and his fingertips holding the handbag had already turned white.

It turned out that it had been more than a year since she last saw Ji Changmu.

This year, nothing remained in her life.

This year, the only thing she was doing was to leave New York early, and she didn't want to study anymore.

Why didn't she want to read it, but she couldn't give herself an answer.

The car went around a small road, and when he raised his head suddenly, Qiao Muyuan saw the abandoned church. The outer surface was washed by rain and was very clean.

She remembered that the last time she met Ji Changmu was here. It turned out... a year.

"Wait, stop for a while." Qiao Muyuan paid the driver and got off halfway.

Carrying her handbag, she entered the church through the side door step by step.

The place is still deserted, no one has paid for repairs, the windows are covered with dust, and beams of light shine in from the stained glass windows, the dust dances wildly, and it seems to travel through time in an instant.

Unlike the bright light outside, here seems to be covered with a thick layer of dust, quiet and silent.

With every step, the dust kicks up, settles on the feet, and subsides.

Qiao Muyuan closed his eyes, his nose was filled with the smell of dust and rotten wood, as well as the smell of damp rain.

Surrounded by dust and ruins, she thought of that day a year ago, also here.

That was the last time she saw Ji Changmu.

the last time……

These four words made Qiao Muyuan's heart bleed.

She has always hoped that he will live a good life, have a successful career, and stand above the glory. Even after learning that EM has been acquired, she still hopes that he can live a comfortable, smooth life and have everything he wants.

But she never thought that the last meeting might be a farewell.

Sister Cui's words were circling in her mind: "It turned out that Mr. Ji started coughing and vomiting blood after drinking the soup well that time."

Qiao Muyuan felt a dull pain in his heart, and the handbag fell to the ground with a "snap", which was like a loud noise in this isolated place.

The dust rose, and soon, it all fell again.

Qiao Muyuan stood motionless, opened his eyes, as if that person was still in front of him, as if the time was still stuck a year ago, as if everything in this year was just a bizarre dream.

Without him in this dream, there will never be this person in her life again.

They will never see each other again.

I remember when we met at the beginning of the year, the wind blowing the green leaves in the south building.

At that time, she was still young, she would laugh, make trouble, and reach out for him to hug.

He never paid attention to her, but she still called him Brother Ji for so many years.

(End of this chapter)