He didn't move a single inch and remained silent for a while before heartache pressed down on his chest. Without making a sound, his fingers fell on the ropes tying her hands.
He looked like his usual cold and distant self, but his fingers used the softest and most tender force to untie the rope.
As soon as he tossed aside the rope, He Jichen grabbed Ji Yi's hand and examined the wound on her wrists.
He Jichen and Ji Yi's relationship was at its peak many years ago, during their years at Sucheng Yizhong. Their skin hadn't touched...
Until now. Ji Yi could still clearly recollect when they went hiking in their senior year. On her descent, she accidentally twisted her leg, and it was He Jichen who carried her on his back one step at a time.
At the time, she really treated him as her best friend. Whenever she was sleepy in the car, she leaned against his shoulders, shut her eyes, and slept.
