The tall silhouette of the man was already in front of her. She glanced around before she finally looked at Ji Chicheng, lowered her voice, and reminded him, "This is a school."
She stepped back, still giving Ji Chicheng the impression that she was desperately trying to avoid him.
Ji Chicheng was annoyed and closed in step by step, "Do you think I’m afraid?"
Ji Anning felt that their "you step back, I step forward" was attracting even more attention, so she simply stopped.
"Uncle, what exactly do you want?"
This call of "uncle" expressed the mutual helplessness in their hearts.
The hand Ji Chicheng had been pounding on his thigh clenched into a fist and then released, repeatedly, before he struggled to speak, "If you move in and live with , I’ll buy you all the latest dresses that they will never be able to get. You can go wherever you want, and every week, I will take you to see your parents."
These were words that had been repressed at the bottom of his heart.
For a very long ti.
’Ji Anning, are you blind? This is the latest from Barbary children’s clothing. You clumsy bumpkin, could you afford it if you ruined it?’
’Ji Anning, do you recognize this brand? Chanel, the latest. Do you like it? If you like it, once I’m done wearing it, beg and I might give it to you.’
’...’
’Don’t hit , I won’t look for Mom anymore...’
Beautiful dresses, freedom, visiting parents were all her childhood wishes.
Ji Chicheng’s words instantly evoked all the bitterness and hardship of Ji Anning’s childhood.
Although he had not participated in her growth, he had always been a bystander during her developnt. It turned out he had seen through everything about her a long ti ago.
Yet she didn’t feel the humiliation of being naked and thoroughly seen by him as she had before.
Instead, she felt sowhat moved, looking at his tall fra in front of her. She longed to reach out and embrace him.
He was the man she had loved but could never have. All her dreams were about him; he filled her heart and occupied her entire youth.
How often during those boring night self-study sessions had she filled whole sheets of draft paper with his na, secretly slept with his photograph, secretly watched him from a corner...
If she were still Li Nianjia, if he were not Ji Chicheng, if Yang Danning had not been like a sister to her from childhood, even if he didn’t love her, even if he were a despicable monster, even if he only wanted to trample on her body and soul.
At this mont, she would have thrown herself at him without hesitation.
She wasn’t that lodramatic, not that noble, just a person. How could she lose the most basic morals and conscience?
Therefore, she could not indulge, she could not surrender.
Thinking this, Ji Anning’s eyes reddened as she scoffed coldly at Ji Chicheng, "Have you fallen for ?"
Not giving Ji Chicheng a chance to respond, she mockingly raised an eyebrow, "Or are you simply a pervert who likes incest?"
Every word she said was like a poisoned thorn, deeply stabbing into both her and Ji Chicheng’s hearts.
The unbearable pain, Ji Anning’s sparkling eyes welled up with tears.
Her voice started choking, "Uncle, let go."
Her world had already been thrown into chaos by him, perhaps never to find peace again.
Not daring to look into his eyes, which seed filled with deep emotion, Ji Anning spoke and lifted her foot to leave, but after only a step, Ji Chicheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. He looked at her sideways, "Impossible."
Three words, spoken without intentionally raising the volu, yet they left no room for doubt in their firmness.
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