The cold floor tiles brought a different kind of sensation to the skin.
Especially since not long before, he had been in a scorching mountain region.
Ji Yun slowly opened his eyes, and what entered his vision was still that decade-old promotional board.
On the cover, Ji Yun saw that black-and-white face, filthy yet with an intense and resolute gaze.
Many people used to think that Ji Heshan was a serious and cold person, but Ji Yun knew that this man usually had his head in the clouds to some extent.
Seeing this newspaper, Ji Yun knew the outcome.
In the end, he couldn't escape that misfortune.
However, Ji Yun felt a slight sense of relief.
Because he had finally seen him,
heard his voice,
and witnessed the acrobatics he performed on top of the Wind Pavilion.
Being able to exchange a few words had already satisfied Ji Yun.
Because for a long time, Ji Yun couldn't remember what the last thing he said to him was.
