Chapter 577

Xi Muhan leans on the chair frame of the swing.

The long, slender legs overlap gracefully.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Xi Muhan's body, leaving a lonely shadow.

"77, when you were a child, don't you really remember?"

With the memory of the past in his hoarse voice, his handsome eyebrows are a little lonely.

Yu Qiqi looked at him with a lump in his throat.

After thinking hard for a while, Yu Qiqi lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Her memory of Xi Muhan is really zero.

If not for Xi Muhan's initiative, she has even forgotten that the identity of Xi Muhan's return home this time is her little Zhuma.

Since it was her little horse, they must have played together a lot when they were young.

However, she really can't remember her childhood at all.

Otherwise, she would not have resisted the appearance of xiaozhuma from the beginning.

"It doesn't matter." Xi Muhan's eyelashes vibrated slightly. He looked at the setting sun not far away, and his lips opened a beautiful radian. "At that time, you were still young, and you didn't remember anything."

"You were young then, weren't you?"

They were both the same age, but she didn't remember them, but he did.

This makes Yu Qiqi feel guilty.

Xi Muhan said: "we were both born in the same year, but I was a few months earlier than you, because my mother and your mother are best friends. We often play together, and you are very close to me."

Xi Muhan was as cold as he is now.

He doesn't like children of the same age, and he doesn't like girls younger than him, but he can't resist the little girl who wears a pink dress and looks like a doll.

He likes to hear little girls call him "brother Han" in a soft, sweet and greasy voice. He likes the way little girls act coquetry with him.

No matter which she is, as long as she is Yu Qiqi, he can't resist.

"When you were young, you watched the bride on TV and yelled with your mother he that you would worship me when you grew up..."

Xi Muhan's beautiful face is outlined with a smile of nostalgia.

Yu Qiqi looked at him, dazed.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his nostalgic smile sank bit by bit. "Only at the age of four, I found out leukemia. This incident changed both families. I was admitted to the hospital, and chemotherapy made me lose weight every day, but my will didn't sink. Instead, I insisted on it strongly. Do you know why?"

His words were like some kind of traction. Yu Qiqi asked subconsciously, "why?"

"Because in front of my bed, every day there is a lovely little angel standing there singing for me and praying for me. She doesn't want me to leave, and I can't bear to leave her."

What little girl says most every day is——

"Brother Han, you must get better early, and then we'll go to the amusement park to ride the carousel."

Perhaps because of her belief, no matter how bad the medicine, how intolerable chemotherapy, or death on the operating table, he insisted.

Because he wanted to be a little girl.

His missing is the only support for his life.

Yu Qiqi blinked her eyes. The crystal tears fell out of her eyes and hit her clothes, making a dark spray.

"So, you went to the United States when you were five years old, didn't you?"