Unlike before, when she panicked at the sight of Ji Ruoqian crying, fearing punishment, now she seemed habituated or perhaps just weary.
Maybe she was tired, and she wanted to discard the burdens.
Her foot throbbed so painfully that even her breathing shuddered, sweat drenching her, every hair on her body standing on end.
Ji Ruoqian cried and ran out, leaving silence behind for a long while.
Ji Anning wanted to go downstairs to shut the door but was helpless to move.
She closed her eyes, clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, bit down on her teeth, and waited for the pain to subside.
"Anning."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the doorway, and though they lived under the same roof, she felt as if she hadn't heard it in a long time.
Ji Anning opened her eyes and looked toward the door to find Ji Jingfeng, dressed casually, walking in.
His handsome face showed signs of fatigue, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating a lack of good sleep.
