A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

He Jichen finished talking and stayed in his seat for two seconds. Before Ji Yi answered, he pushed the door open, got off the car, bypassed the front of the car, and walked to the front passenger seat.

He pulled the car door, first carried Ji Yi's bag, then bent over, took her out of the car, lifted his feet, kicked the door, and strode into the elevator.

Back at home, He Jichen placed Ji Yi on the sofa, took out his phone, and pressed the screen while walking towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony.

In the large room, there were only two of them, and it was late at night. The quiet mess in the community. After He Jichen was connected to the phone, the voice was not loud, but the words were clear enough: "Sleep? Yes... Something happened temporarily, need you Come here... Do you need to send a driver to pick you up? Well, I'm waiting for you at home, and I'll trouble you..."

After hanging up the phone, He Jichen didn't turn around, but held his mobile phone and dialed another phone out. After about half a minute, his voice came again. Compared with the previous phone call, he spoke this time. It's much simpler and simpler, and even the tone is a little undoubted: "You come here now, yes, it is now."

Hanging up the phone again, He Jichen stood in front of the window for a while, then turned around. Instead of walking to Ji Yi, he went to the restaurant.

After about five minutes, he came out carrying a steaming cup.

Walking to the sofa, he bent over, placed the glass in front of Ji Yi, and then sat on a single sofa not far from her.

That happened last month. It was awkward for the two people to sit together. For a while, no one spoke to anyone.

The room became quieter and quieter, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat frozen.

Perhaps it was He Jichen who was aware of Ji Yi's uneasiness, or perhaps He Jichen himself was a bit unnatural. He found the remote control from the table and turned on the TV.

It happened to be a music channel, and a recently popular song was played.

The lively music makes the indoor atmosphere gradually improve.

Ji Yi's tight body gradually relaxed.

The doorbell rang before the song was finished.

He Jichen put down the remote control, got up, and walked to the door.

Soon, the footsteps that disappeared at the entrance rang again. Ji Yi turned his head and saw that Dr. Xia was behind him.

When He Jichen walked about a meter away from the sofa, he stopped. He pointed to Dr. Xia and Ji Yi, raised his hand, and made a gesture of please.

When Dr. Xia saw Ji Yi in a state of embarrassment, his expression was obviously somewhat amazed, but he didn't ask anything, but he moved quickly, walked to Ji Yi's side, opened the medicine box, and was busy.

He Jichen stood in the same place, staring at the picture of Dr. Xia treating Ji Yi's wound, but did not come.

Although the three people in the room did not talk to each other, because Dr. Xia was there, the atmosphere was still good.

There was some pain when disinfecting the wound. Ji Yi turned his head several times quietly and bit his finger at the window.

The indoor lights are all on, the light is as bright as the day, and the window is dark, the windows are like mirrors, reflecting all the indoor scenes clearly.

Ji Yi turned his head again when he was subconsciously treating the wound on his knee, biting the back of his hand at the window, and then his eyes inadvertently swept to He Jichen standing behind the sofa.