Ji Chi's stomachache was genuine, dulling his ability to think. Leaning back in his chair, his temples throbbed with pain. Jiang Junlin unknowingly struck a chord with a hidden nerve within him.
"Why?" Ji Chi's vulnerability showed, "If that's the case, I should have been open from the start, and I wouldn't have any illusions."
"Between you and me, there's always a difference," Jiang Junlin softly uttered. He took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead, appearing troubled. Approaching, he gently massaged Ji Chi's painful stomach, then sat on the single bed, leaning over to look at him. "Ji Chi, you're different from others."
A smile played at the corners of Ji Chi's lips, coated with a layer of watery light, making it hard to discern. "Because I can serve President Jiang so well, am I different from others?"
