In the early morning of late July, she took her suitcase to the airport.

She did not tell anyone the time for the plane to take off, and she came to the airport alone.

The morning wind is filled with a hint of sweetness, like the breath of dew.

Take a deep breath and it is full of the fragrance of grass and green trees.

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

It hasn't rained again these days, and it's very stuffy outside.

Ye Jiaqi was wearing a purple-pink knee-length dress and tied up his short hair with a hair ring, which looked very refreshing.

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

When she came to the capital, she had 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 left.

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 walked towards the airport with his heavy luggage facing the sun.

"Why……"

By accident, Ye Jiaqi did not look good when walking, and tripped by the steps and fell to the ground!

A piece of skin was rubbed on his hand, and Ye Jiaqi stood up from the ground and blew with pain.

It hurts so much.

A piece of my knee was also broken.

Blood flowed out, Ye Jiaqi gritted his teeth and lowered his head to treat the wound simply.

"Anyone need help?" The airport service staff came over.

“Is there a medical room?”

"Yes, come with me."

"good."

Ye Jiaqi held the suitcase and staggered behind the staff.

It's quite awkward, you can fall down even if you walk.

My knees were rubbed, and it hurts quite a bit.

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

Ye Jiaqi left with the staff.

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

The man in the passenger seat had a steep face and a deep gaze. His sharp eyes were filled with unknown light, like deep pools of water, and could not see the 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 breath of nicotine can stimulate the nerves.

The smell of smoke spreads in the car.

"Master." Meng Chen in the driver's seat turned his head and looked at him, put his hands gently on the steering wheel, "Go back?"

Qiao Sinian took a sip of the cigarette and said lightly: "Let's go."

Meng Chen nodded and turned the front of the car.

The car quickly disappeared under the morning sun at the airport like a black arrow.

Meng Chen drove the car onto the expressway: "Master, are you going to the group?"

“Go to the cemetery.”

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

Cemetery...

On the way, Qiao Sinian bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in the flower shop.

Meng Chen knew that this day was not a few days before the date of the family extermination case, and Qiao Sinian went to the cemetery... It was understandable.

Meng Chen's heart still sank.

Qin Qing was buried in the cemetery, and the people from Qiao Zui who died in the accident.

Including Meng Chen's father.

After many years, Meng Chen's heart has not had much trouble, after all, more than 20 years have passed.

Both him and Mr. Qiao have grown from children under ten years old to men who are in their thirties.

All you have to bear is already borne, and who can live in the shadows for the rest of your life?

Meng Chen also bought Bai Ju for his father and accompanied Qiao Sinian to the cemetery.

The weather is sunny and cloudless, and the scorching sun is pouring down from the sky.
Chapter completed!