After Ji Yi heard He Jichen say this, it seemed like she suddenly woke up as she stood up and pushed her chair away.
When she bent down to pick up her handbag, she grazed the wounds on her wrists.
He clearly saw her furrow her brows and bite down on her bottom lip in pain, causing him to purse his lips reflexively. Before he could move, she swiftly ran away.
The only person left in the old, dirty classroom was He Jichen.
Bright rays of sun shone through the window and landed on his body.
He stayed in position, still in the crouched position he took in front of the chair as he helped Ji Yi untie the ropes. He didn't move an inch as though he was frozen in place.
After a long while, he gently raised his eyes and averted his gaze from the direction Ji Yi ran in.
He knew his actions were wrong; he said the wrong thing again.
