Upon reaching the summit, Xia Yihan saw a clearing, in the middle of which lay a bunch of chrysanthemums. She looked at Hai Zhixuan, puzzled, and he said calmly, "I remember you told me that your boyfriend passed away on the last day of July last year, am I right?" Tears glistened in Xia Yihan's eyes, but she had told Xiao Jun she wouldn't cry, so she swallowed them back after a few turns. "Thank you, Mr. Hai, I didn't expect you to remember so clearly." Hai Zhixuan himself couldn't explain why he remembered so vividly, nor why he had gone to such lengths to bring her here, despite Ye Zimo's objections. Could it be merely for the sake of future prospects? "I sympathize with what you've been through," Hai Zhixuan said, switching topics after a formal statement. "I don't know where he is buried, so I took the liberty of bringing you here. If you want to visit his grave to pay your respects, I'll accompany you." Xia Yihan really wanted to visit Xiao Jun's grave; she felt she missed him too much, and even seeing his tombstone would give her the strength to move forward. But how could she trouble Hai Zhixuan? "No need, this is already very good. If I were still at the Ye family today, I might not even have the time to think about him," she said with a desolate smile. Although she was declining, Hai Zhixuan fully understood her meaning. "Lincheng City isn't far, we can definitely make it back before five o'clock, let's go, don't waste time."

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Xia Yihan to object. He picked up the chrysanthemum from the ground with one hand and took Xia Yihan's wrist with the other, leading her down the mountain. Feeling his sincerity, Xia Yihan didn't say much in polite refusal. The driver drove, occasionally asking Xia Yihan to point out the way. She and Hai Zhixuan sat in the back seat, whispering to each other from time to time. He had long noticed Xia Yihan's attire; the color and style of her clothes were very fresh, and today she looked even more pure and noble. 'This must have been specially prepared for you by Ye Zimo, right? It's beautiful and suits you perfectly!' he said with a faint smile. Xia Yihan responded with a smile, neither confirming nor denying it. 'This kid, still so concerned about face,' Hai Zhixuan's words seemed to explain why Ye Zimo had done this. The butler had mentioned in the morning that as a member of the Ye family, she should not bring shame to the family. 'What happened to your wrist?' Hai Zhixuan asked again. He had seen her injury at the club yesterday but hadn't felt it was the right time to ask her. The wound was too deep, definitely not an accident, more like what would be left after a wrist-cutting suicide attempt. As he looked at her wound, Xia Yihan also subconsciously glanced at it. 'Don't tell me you couldn't hold on and wanted to commit suicide. I don't think you're that fragile,' he said. 'No,' Xia Yihan gently shook her head and said, 'Please don't ask, okay? I'm very grateful to you, but I don't want to talk about what happened in the Ye family.' 'Alright, I won't ask. Whenever you need someone to talk to, I'll be willing to listen anytime.'

Hai Zhixuan spoke gently. During the subsequent car ride, Hai Zhixuan didn't initiate conversation again, and Xia Yihan didn't know what to say either. After a long while, she asked him softly, 'Are you angry?' Such a petite question warmed Hai Zhixuan's heart, and he couldn't help but look at her affectionately, smiling faintly, 'I'm not as prone to anger as someone with the surname Ye.' Xia Yihan didn't know if it was because she missed Mo Xiaojun too much, but his gaze always made her feel as if he cared for her just like Xiaojun. Her eyes flashed with trust, joy, and then a profound sense of desolation.