Because love and hatred are actually the same, both deeply etched in one's mind and heart.
Her heart could no longer accommodate anyone else, so whether it was love or hate, it all belonged only to him, Ji Chicheng.
"Ji Anning, have you... missed me in these past two years?"
Ji Anning distinctly felt Ji Chicheng's body tremble slightly with his quivering voice.
Her heart, as if clenched by a sharp claw, hurt so much that her voice also trembled, "...yes."
In these two years, how could her longing be summed up with just the word 'yes'?
Ji Anning couldn't help but tighten her arms and held Ji Chicheng close, her face against his back, her eyes red.
In one hour, climbing thirty flights of stairs, she was already exhausted. Ji Chicheng's steps were gentle, and his body seemed to sway slightly like a cradle.
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
