His casual reply cut Ji Yi like a knife, tearing into her heart.
She didn't dare keep looking at He Jichen. A second after his voice fell, she averted her gaze out the window.
After some time, she cried, "I also heard that..."
She didn't manage to finish what she was saying when a warm, piercing pain crept into her eyes. Her throat became stifled as she tried her hardest to swallow. When she was sure her voice was back to normal, she continued to say: "...You might not come back this time?"
He Jichen brought the beer to his lips. After drinking half the bottle, he finally replied to Ji Yi. This time, he didn't nod but gently replied, "Mhm."
He wouldn't be making a grand return. Perhaps it'd be like four years ago when he secretly came to Beijing on his own and watched over her from afar, but he wouldn't let anyone know...
Ji Yi's throat felt unbelievably stifled. She was afraid to cry, so she started to chug the beer.
