"He Jichen——" Before He Jichen could finish speaking, a voice was heard from not too far away.
He Jichen's body shook then his body froze on the spot like his pressure points had been hit.
He was far too familiar with that voice. He was so familiar with it that it felt like he was passing through time, going back to his adolescence.
She appeared on the race track practically every evening when they were close in senior high and she screamed at him on the football field, drenched in sweat. "He Jichen, time to go home."
He was proud of not going home till late during his rebellious phase, but back then, going home was the best part of his day.
That cry of "He Jichen" just now sounded the same as when Ji Yi used to cry "He Jichen" back on the football field. It was as soft and crisp as a spirited ballad.
After He Jichen's voice disappeared, there was complete silence all around him.
