He walked in, Ji Mingyue sat in the wheelchair, facing the television, her gaze unfocused, clearly lost in thought.
Not knowing what she was thinking about, Ji Chicheng approached, his eyes lowered as he watched her for a second or two before speaking, "Where is Anning?"
The first thing he asked about was Ji Anning.
Ji Mingyue's eyelashes fluttered. She did not look up, her voice cold as she said, "You're asking the wrong person, I'm not Ji Anning."
Ji Chicheng pursed his lips, asked no further, "Get some rest early."
He turned to leave, but suddenly the voice of Ji Mingyue came from behind him, "Take me home, please. I miss home and want to go... visit the old master's grave."
Ji Chicheng paused slightly, nodded, "Okay."
Then he continued his steps, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.
Xiang Yiqing was still in Ji Chicheng's room, dealing with a mountain of work. Seeing Ji Chicheng return, he lifted his head from a pile of documents and asked, "How is it?"
