Chapter 881
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He originally wanted to propose to her, marry her, and hold her hand for the rest of his life. Why did they have to part ways?
Was she doing well?
At Little Rice Cake's one month birthday party, he heard people say that she was doing well.
What about him? He was doing well too... Even though they didn't have a marriage alliance, Xu Enterprise was thriving. In the past few months, they had taken on a few big orders, and their income had doubled.
They were both doing well... It's just that they weren't together anymore.
Xu Jiamu stood on the spot for a long time without moving, a thick layer of snow on his shoulders. Until an adorable child ran past him and accidentally bumped into his leg. The child fell to the ground, crying out loud. Only then did Xu Jiamu snap out of his daze. He hurriedly bent down and helped the child up.
The child's mother hurriedly walked over and thanked him. Then she carried the child, wiping her tears as she hurriedly left.
Xu Jiamu calmly maintained his bent position for a long while, before straightening up and walking towards his car.
When he got in the car, he didn't know where he wanted to go, so he just drove aimlessly.
Finally, he drove to the door of a flower shop that was still open. He stopped the car and went to the flower shop to buy a beautiful bouquet of stars. He carefully placed it on the passenger seat and drove out of the city.
The snowstorm was strong, and the road was difficult to drive on. Xu Jiamu drove very slowly, and the usual two-hour drive took him almost three hours.
It was a cemetery, submerged in a blanket of white snow. He stepped on the snow and climbed for almost half an hour before he stopped.
The gravestone was already covered in snow. He knelt in front of it on one knee, and used his hands to sweep the snow off. Some of the snow had already frozen, and he used a lot of strength to dig it out. His fingers were bleeding.
Xu Jiamu placed the bouquet of stars in front of the gravestone.
The photo on the gravestone was blank. Xu Jiamu stared at it for a long time, then reached out to stroke it a few times before standing up.
"Daddy doesn't know what kind of flowers you like, so every time I come, I will change to a different kind of flower. Daddy has almost bought all the flowers in the flower shop. Next time, Daddy will bring you toys, okay?"
"Today is Christmas … If you were still alive, perhaps you would have already come to this world, and today would be your first Christmas. Perhaps at that time, I would have been worried about what to give you …"
"You have a brother, his name is Little Rice Cake, he's really cute. This afternoon, when he held my hand, it felt soft. If you were born, when you held my hand, it would feel exactly the same as how Little Rice Cake held mine, right?"
"Also … Daddy really misses Mommy, but your Mommy doesn't want Daddy anymore …"
Xu Jiamu's eyes reddened. As he muttered to himself, he suddenly paused. After a long while, he smiled. "Daddy has to leave. Daddy will come see you in a few days."
Xu Jiamu lowered his body slightly and kissed the cold and hard tombstone. Then, he turned and walked down the mountain.
By the time he got into the car, it was already two in the morning. He wasn't in a hurry to drive back to the city, but instead, he leaned on the steering wheel.
He didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly remembered the lyrics.
"If we weren't so stubborn back then, we wouldn't be so regretful now …"
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