It must be love.
Song Zhizhi mulled over these five words in her head. She didn't even know how she escaped the swarm of journalists. When she finally snapped out of it, she found herself in a car. Ji Baijian sat next to her, Luo Xiaolang was in the front passenger seat, Song Zhidao was driving, and Wen Tian had left.
The car was very quiet.
Coming back to her senses, Song Zhizhi loudly asked, "Why did you come?!"
"Didn't you want me to come?" Ji Baijian raised an eyebrow, speaking in a soft, calm voice, "Besides, you've already signaled your feelings."
"Signaled?" Song Zhizhi was confused.
What had she signaled?
Before she could react, Ji Baijian said, "The evidence has been collected. I'm not afraid of someone noticing me now."
So, there was no need for restraint!
"So soon?" Song Zhizhi was surprised.
She was warned the night before that the evidence wasn't available, and now it was.
"I couldn't let you carry the blame forever."
Song Zhizhi just stared at Ji Baijian.
