He Jichen didn't say anything and picked up the teacup. He took a sip then looked down at the red tea for a little while before he set the cup down. He looked up and said, "Ji Yi."
When she heard this, Ji Yi raised her eyes and looked over at He Jichen.
Having taken a shower, he looked clean, his hair was smooth, and his handsome features looked like he had emerged from a painting.
Ji Yi stared blankly for a while then let out a soft "Mhm."
As though he was contemplating how to even start, He Jichen looked like he was in no hurry to speak. After about ten seconds, his beautiful lips started moving. "About what happened that night in Shanghai, I was wrong..."
Ji Yi knew He Jichen wanted to talk about what happened that night, but she never imagined that he'd go straight to the point like that. Her fingertips trembled for a moment, but knowing that he wasn't finished, she didn't say a word.
"Sorry," He Jichen spoke up again.
