Although He Jichen clearly kept the same silent and emotionless demeanor, for some inexplicable reason, Chen Bai felt a faint sense of anguish emitting little by little from He Jichen's body and intertwining with the ring of light around him.
In that second, a thought suddenly drifted into Chen Bai's mind that perfectly described He Jichen at this moment in time: Quietness is the most silent form of crying.
This man may look quiet and peaceful like he's fine, but deep down inside, tears are falling.
I fear that silent sadness is the most distressing.
Outside the window, the dark of the night gradually deepened.
Having forgotten to put on his watch as he rushed out the door that morning, Chen Bai wasn't sure what time it was with his phone switched off. All he knew was that when the whole city fell silent, an unusually ear-piercing notification was heard from He Jichen's vicinity.
