Ji Yi's lips pursed tightly as she felt an unprecedented heartache filling her heart at an incredible speed.
Then aball of anger ignited in the depths of her heart.
"Yeah yeah yeah! I remember now! The man who stabbed Qian Ge!"
"I really don't get what that guy was thinking. Even if Qian Ge liked him and hassled him and annoyed him like crazy, he can't go and try to stab someone to death!"
"Which goes to say - so what if he's hot? His character sucks! Just because his family background's decent and he's got money, he can't do whatever he wants! The fact that he bullied classmates when he was in school was also just revealed!"
"That type of person is a societal failure. If you ask me, he shouldn't have stabbed Qian Ge. He should've stabbed himself!"
"No matter what, I can't accept someone like that. He almost killed someone! Ya never know, he might be a psycho!"
"I think nobody can accept a man like that. It's a matter of perspective!"
The more Ji Yi listened, the more the angry flames roared in her chest. She was so angry that a hint of red surfaced in her eyes as she clenched her fists tightly and her whole body started to gently tremble.
What right do they have to talk about him in that way?!
Those girls gossiped for a while before one of them got a call to head back. One of them said, "They're calling us back."
"Let's go," replied the other girl. Ji Yi heard the pitter patter of their high heels then snapped back to her senses. She looked over at the source of the sound.
There were three beautifully dressed up women. Despite it being a chilly winter night, they were dressed in quite revealing clothing. In order to look good, they didn't care about the weather.
Judging by the way they dressed and their feminine walk, Ji Yi knew they were probably also people who worked in showbiz. However, they were probably unpopular, minor celebrities.
Not one of those three women noticed Ji Yi by the red plum tree. They were still chatting away as they walked past her.
They were being really loud, so Ji Yi caught a few words and learned they were talking about the latest luxury goods. They were also talking about which guy was more generous and which guy they could get the most money from. One of the men they mentioned was a rather famous investor in the industry who was in his sixties, Mr. Huang.
As their footsteps gradually disappeared, the red plum garden fell silent.
That was when Ji Yi's gaze fell back on He Jichen.
He had lit another cigarette but he didn't put it to the corner of his lips. Instead, he kept his head down, thinking about who knew what.
Even though Ji Yi couldn't see He Jichen's expression, she could feel the heavy sense of loneliness on his back.
After a short while, He Jichen raised his hand and brought the cigarette to his lips and took a drag.
He probably took too hard of a hit as he bent over and started to cough furiously.
He coughed for a while then calmed down. He didn't straighten up but slowly raised his right hand and looked at his palms.
It seemed like he was studying something as he repeatedly stared at his own palms for a long time. Then a gust of wind blew in and with it, Ji Yi vaguely heard the sound of his voice: "Yeah. Murderer..."
It was like a knife had viciously stabbed Ji Yi's heart. The pain made it hard for her to breathe.