He didn't move a single inch and remained silent for a while before heartache pressed down on his chest. Without making a sound, his fingers fell on the ropes tying her hands.
He looked like his usual cold and distant self, but his fingers used the softest and most tender force to untie the rope.
As soon as he tossed aside the rope, He Jichen grabbed Ji Yi's hand and examined the wound on her wrists.
He Jichen and Ji Yi's relationship was at its peak many years ago, during their years at Sucheng Yizhong. Their skin hadn't touched...
Until now. Ji Yi could still clearly recollect when they went hiking in their senior year. On her descent, she accidentally twisted her leg, and it was He Jichen who carried her on his back one step at a time.
At the time, she really treated him as her best friend. Whenever she was sleepy in the car, she leaned against his shoulders, shut her eyes, and slept.
But after bumping into each other in Beijing, she became uncontrollably tense whenever he drew near herespecially since she learned she slept with him and not He Yuguang the night before the college entrance exams, and since he ripped her clothes and said such humiliating things that night she tried to confess to He Yuguang.
So the very moment He Jichen suddenly grabbed Ji Yi's hand, her fingers instinctively curled up. Her body was so unusually tenseit was like it turned into stone.
He Jichen noticed her reaction, which prompted his grip on her hand to soften. Yet he didn't let go and looked down ather wrists.
Her skin was already delicate, but after chafing against the rope for such a long time, it was frighteningly swollen.
He Jichen furrowed his brows and instinctively ripped off his own sleeve to give her wrist a simple bandage. However, before he had time to move, he felt a faint force from her hand as she struggled out of his grip.
He raised his head and glanced at her.
She caught glimpse of his eyes and quickly lowered them. The expression on her face was a little tense, and her voice sounded a little distant and hoarse. "Err... Thank you."
As she said this, she pulled her hand away harder and freed herself from his grip.
He Jichen lowered his eyes first to look at his empty palms, then glanced at Ji Yi's hands.
Even though Ji Yi freed her hands from He Jichen, she could still feel the warmth of his hands wrapped around hers. She wasn't used to that feeling, so she instinctively rubbed her hands hard against her body. It wasn't until she felt a slight pain masking his residual warmth that she stopped.
In He Jichen's eyes, her actions looked like she couldn't wait to have nothing to do with him.
It felt like something was lodged in He Jichen's throat as an indescribable sense of agitation and hurt entered his mind.
Ji Yi's mind was still on her role as Little Nine. After thanking He Jichen for saving her and seeing as he didn't give her a reply, she said, "I have something to do, so I'm heading out first..."
After everything, it was all thanks to him. If it weren't for him, she would've really missed out on the chance to play Little Nine.