Basement.
Ji Chengzhou saw Sang Qian leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed and her face pallid, looking extremely frail; his heart suddenly tightened, causing a slight ache. He strode over and sat down beside her, "Sang Qian."
Sang Qian slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and the man's deep, three-dimensional face filled her vision. Despite always looking fine, for some reason, upon seeing his face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance welling up inside.
Her eyes felt sour and swollen with discomfort.
She didn't want to lose face in front of him.
She held back, forcing the moisture from her eyes to retreat, and looked at him with a pale face, "I thought you wouldn't care about me anymore."
Ji Chengzhou's eyes were deeply fixed on her.
He hadn't come to find her because he wanted to test her through Ji Zhiyuan.
