With so many servants and women around him, how could he possibly consider the needs of a small servant so thoroughly? Xia Yihan, perhaps it's all just a coincidence, or maybe he has some other idea in mind, such as to lift you higher only to let you fall harder. In any case, there is always a reason behind what he does. "Miss Xia, please get into the car!" Hai Zhixuan's driver said politely. "Thank you!" Xia Yihan thanked him and got into the car. As the vehicle left the Ye residence, Ye Zimo pursed his lips and remained silent, leaving everyone to wonder what he was thinking. Since they were going to buy clothes, she assumed they would head to the mall. However, Xia Yihan did not expect the car to drive away from the city center, instead heading towards a more secluded area. Xia Yihan wanted to ask the driver, but then she saw the car had pulled over to the side of the road. The driver respectfully said, "Miss Xia, Mr. Hai is waiting for you at the top of the hill." She looked to the side ahead and indeed, there was a small hill. It was not very tall and had not been turned into a scenic area. From below, one could vaguely see someone in bright yellow clothes on the top of the hill, presumably Hai Zhixuan. Being in the wilderness, Xia Yihan still felt a bit scared. Seemingly noticing her concern, the driver added, "Mr. Hai said that this is a suitable place for paying respects." Xia Yihan's face clearly showed a moment of surprise, then she sincerely thanked the driver and struggled to climb the hill in her high heels. The heels were too high, making the climb very difficult. Just as she was about to fall, a pair of large hands caught her slender wrist. "Be careful!"

Hai Zhixuan firmly grasped her wrist, allowing her to use his strength to climb the mountain. His approach carried a hint of warmth, without any hint of covetousness, very naturally. Upon reaching the summit, Xia Yihan saw an open space in the middle, with a bunch of chrysanthemums placed there. 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 that she wouldn't cry, so she swallowed them back after several 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, and even went to great lengths, defying Ye Zimo's opposition to bring her out. Could it be merely for the sake of future prospects? 'I sympathize with your experience,' Hai Zhixuan said, after a formal statement, he changed the subject. '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 will accompany you.' Xia Yihan really wanted to go to the grave to see Mo Xiaojun; she felt she missed him too much, and even seeing his tombstone would give her the strength to move forward. But how could she be so presumptuous as to trouble Hai Zhixuan? 'It's not necessary, 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 refusing, Hai Zhixuan fully understood her meaning. 'Linjiang City is not far away, 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 time, she asked him softly, 'Are you angry?' Such a girlish question warmed Hai Zhixuan's heart, and he couldn't help but look at her affectionately, smiling faintly, 'I'm not as easily angered 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. Trust and joy flashed in her eyes, followed by a deep sense of desolation. Hai Zhixuan felt that perhaps no other woman in the world could be as emotionally rich yet so restrained as she was. While he feltWhile feeling emotional，I am happy again for the fleeting trust in her。 sympathetic, he was also happy for the trust that flashed in her eyes. 'Yihan, treat me as your friend, will you? Always keeping others at arm's length, isn't it tiring?' Hai Zhixuan looked at her sincerely and asked. Xia Yihan knew he meant well, but since Mo Xiaojun's death, she seemed to have closed herself off. She didn't want friends, whether men or women. She returned to her once very self-centered world. Although it was exhausting, she didn't want to come out. Hai Zhixuan didn't seem to be in a hurry either. When she didn't speak, he filled the awkward atmosphere. 'It's okay, I'll treat you as a friend first. Whenever you want to be my friend, just let me know.' 'Um!' Xia Yihan nodded heavily and said softly, 'I'm sorry.' 'I can understand. You haven't gotten over the grief of losing him.'

Every word and sentence from Hai Zhixuan seemed to resonate deeply with Xia Yihan's heart, making her feel that he truly was a considerate and understanding person. In fact, the more indifferent she became, the more she rejected everyone, the more Hai Zhixuan admired her. In such a frivolous society, who else would give so much for someone who has passed away? If it were another woman, wouldn't she have already found a new love? At the same time, he envied Mo Xiaojun, feeling that having such a woman deeply in love with him, even in death, was a happiness.