After sending her father back to Ye Taiting's place, Song Zhizhi embarked on her return home, with Luo Xiaolang, to her new house shared with Ji Baijian.
She couldn't bear to disregard the sick person at home.
She walked through the front door.
Ji Baijian was sitting alone in the Sky Garden on the roof.
Even though it was clearly rather hot at midday, he still sat there all alone, it was all too lonely.
Song Zhizhi stared at his retreating figure, frozen in that moment.
In principle, Ji Baijian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, having whatever he desired at his disposal. In the company of his own privileged conditions, he could be described as a son of heaven.
Yet, why was it?
She felt a profound sense of his solitude and loneliness, as if he had weathered numerous hardships.
Like he had experienced many unfortunate events, his thoughts heavy, and his posture lonely.
Her heart fluttered wildly.
She didn't know why, but she felt an inexplicable sigh of sorrow.
