He Jichen didn't say anything but raised his cup and clinked Ji Yi's. Then the two of them simultaneously brought the cups to their mouths.
While drinking the tea, Ji Yi shut her eyes to cover the emotions in them.
He Jichen, Happy April fool's day, but the words I just said weren't meant to fool anyone.
"He Jichen, do you know who I have a crush on? If you don't know, please go back and think about the first three words I said earlier."
He Jichen, the person I have a crush on is you.
While the cup touched his lips, He Jichen instinctively lowered his eyes as sadness crept into his heart.
Ji Yi, Happy April fool's day, but what I just said wasn't a lie.
"Do you know what's a coincidence? It's how I never thought I would fall in love with you, but I did."
Ji Yi, the person I love deeply is you.
After Cheng Weiwan left the bar, she hailed a taxi from the sidewalk and headed to the courtyard of Nancheng.
Last year, after she almost got raped, the courtyards of Nancheng became a no-go zone.
It'd been a long time since the incident. Coming back here, Cheng Weiwan realized that her fear hadn't decreased in the slightest.
In the past, after she thought about the near-rape and how she got frightened, Cheng Weiwan would think about Han Zhifan, then the fear would turn into happiness.
But now, all she had was fear and all that was left was a heart-wrenching pain.
Cheng Weiwan stared deep into the alleys of the courtyard for a long time before she could summon the courage to step in.
As she drew closer and closer to where it almost happened, Cheng Weiwan walked slower and slower. Her chest also grew stifled.
When there was about ten meters left, Cheng Weiwan came to a stop.
She stared straight ahead, transfixed at the empty alley for a long while. Then she held her breath and walked forward.
That day, the man pushed her against the wall, tore off her clothes, and touched her skin...
As the image flashed across Cheng Weiwan's eyes, she started to shiver softly.
Just as she thought she was done for, the man stopped and let go of her. Deep in fear once again, she wasn't completely awake, but she heard clamoring from around her. It wasn't until Xiao Yi cried her name that she raised her head and stared into that direction in astonishment...
Cheng Weiwan walked towards the direction she was staring at. After just a few steps, she crouched down and touched the dirty ground with her fingertips.
Han Zhifan laid here with blood beneath his head. She stared at him with quivering lips.
If Ji Yi hadn't called her name, she wouldn't have known to check his pulse and wrap his wound.
It was that night when she threw her heart to him on that very part of the ground.
Cheng Weiwan crouched on the ground for a long time and didn't get up until it turned dark.
She waited until the numbness in her leg disappeared before she left the courtyard, hailed a taxi and headed to the hospital.
As she reached the hospital, Cheng Weiwan counted the floors and hospital room numbers. Then she stopped outside the room Han Zhifan stayed in back then.
Right now, there was a different patient inside as the lights were on and a silhouette brushed against the window.
The first time she ever stayed alone in a room with a man was in that very hospital room.