As I dwelled on it, the tears ca.
Ji Chicheng saw the tears brimming in Ji Anning’s eyes, his brows furrowed, his face darkened, and without a word, he extended his long arms, cradled her head, and buried it in his chest.
His large hand opened, and indulgently kneaded the back of her head, "Other than shedding a few tears to vex , it seems you have no other talents."
Ji Anning had only wanted to cry, but with the support of Ji Chicheng’s chest, her tears beca uncontrollable.
Choking back sobs, she wept until his shirt was soaked.
"I will give you three more minutes."
Seeing Ji Anning curled up in his arms, crying incessantly, Ji Chicheng lifted his wrist, glanced at his watch, and said to her.
At his words, Ji Anning quickly pulled away from his embrace and hastily wiped the tears from her face with her hands.
Ji Chicheng frowned at her, "I said, I’m giving you three more minutes."
As he spoke, he didn’t wait for Ji Anning to say anything; he hooked his hand around her neck and pulled her back into his arms, forcefully pressing her to cry, "No need to hold back, let it all out at once."
Whether it was his actions or his words, it was a level of dominance that most could not comprehend.
Even Ji Anning, who thought she understood him well, felt frustrated. He was telling her to vent in one go, yet he set a three-minute limit. What on earth was his brain made of?
According to him, she’d be in the wrong if she didn’t cry in those three minutes!
Her attention distracted by Ji Chicheng’s dominance, Ji Anning suddenly found that she couldn’t cry anymore. Snuggled against his chest, she thought, those three minutes... she had to cherish them.
Ji Anning stared blankly at a spot.
Recalling the tragedies that had unfolded upon her recently, it felt surreal like a dream, yet as real and turbulent as a rollercoaster ride.
Thinking of Ji Jingfeng, her heart still hurt, ached.
"Uncle Ji, the child is gone, are you sad? Do you bla ?"
What she had thought was a normal miscarriage left her with only the pain of losing a child, but now knowing that the child did not... If Ji Jingfeng had not deceived her, if she hadn’t been foolish, the child might still be here.
So now, her heart held an additional layer of guilt and heartache.
Does he also bla her, does he, like her, mourn and grieve for their unborn child?
"Not sad," Ji Chicheng shook his head and answered without hesitation.
And there wasn’t a trace of falsehood in his tone.
He said, "If he hasn’t co, it ans he wasn’t ant to. We’ll try again when you’re in your senior year. If you graduate, it would be perfect timing for the birth."
Ji Anning: "..."
She looked up at his face, finding it hard to comprehend his level of dominance. "Even in chess, you can’t predict the outco with absolute certainty."
In every move he made, it was as if he was maneuvering chess pieces, and to her, it felt as though everything was under his control.
Was his confidence bolstered by the proud backbone that seed built into his very being?
"But the outco between you and is without uncertainty," Ji Chicheng said, looking down at Ji Anning.
Overwheld by his piercing black eyes, Ji Anning dared not et his gaze. Anxious, she quickly averted her eyes, "I want to sleep for a while."
Saying this, she wriggled out of Ji Chicheng’s embrace, then imdiately lay down, turning her back to him.
"You’re allowed to avoid this for two days," Ji Chicheng didn’t make it hard for Ji Anning. He got up from his seated position and walked over to the lounge chair.
You’re allowed to avoid this for two days... Ji Anning was sowhat speechless.
It seed that if she were to be with him, her every word and action, even her tears and laughter, would require his permission.
(Don’t forget to vote... Goodnight...)
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