A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

The band-aid was delivered, and he didn't say that he should go in and sit back in the middle of the night. It seemed a bit inappropriate for her to take the initiative to go in, so should she ask He Jichen to leave?

She just came and said a few words to him...

Ji Yi lowered his eyes, covering the loss of his eyes.

After a while, she waited until the sadness and sadness in her heart passed before raising her eyelids and moving her lips towards He Jichen.

Before she said goodbye, she hadn't had time to say it. He Jichen, whose contour lines seemed inexplicably soft under the light of the corridor, spoke softly: "Would you like to come in and drink something?"

"Okay." Ji Yi almost no hesitation, nodded in agreement.

After the words were settled, she realized that she seemed to be a little anxious, not reserved, and hurried to add a sentence: "I happen to be a little thirsty."

He Jichen gave way to the door.

After Ji Yi entered the room, he stooped and took a pair of slippers and placed it in front of Ji Yi.

When Ji Yi changed shoes, He Jichen asked, "What's the point? Juice, milk, or plain water?"

"Bai boiling water." Ji Yi.

"Hmm." He Jichen responded, and after Ji Yi changed his shoes, he pointed to the sofa in the living room, instructing Ji Yi to sit first, and then went to the restaurant.

Soon, He Jichen carried two glasses of water back to the sofa. When he bent over and handed the glass in front of Ji Yi, Ji Yi saw that there were several broken skins on his fingers, and some bloodshots were leaking out.

Ji Yi opened the mouth without thinking about it: "The wound on your hand still needs to be treated. Now the weather is cold and it is easy to frostbite."

With that said, Ji Yi placed the received water cup directly on the coffee table, then took the band-aid he bought, ripped the packaging, and pulled out a few from the inside.

She barely responded to He Jichen and grabbed his hand.

He Jichen's back stiffened and did not dodge.

All of Ji Yi's thoughts were on the wound of his finger, and he didn't even notice the strangeness of the man.

She first found alcoholic cotton from the medicine box on the coffee table and disinfected He Jichen's wound before tearing the band-aid and carefully sticking it to his wound.

He Jichen seemed to have been acupunctured from beginning to end, his head slightly lowered, his gaze fixed on Ji Yi's series of actions before and after busy.

The band-aid was sticking to his hand, but it was more like sticking into his heart, making his whole heart miraculously tender and miraculous.

After finishing the band-aid, Ji Yi raised his head and smiled sweetly at He Jichen: "Okay."

He Jichen quickly squeezed the softness overflowing from his chest, tweeted "Thank you" slightly towards the corner of Ji Yi's lips, and sat beside her.

At night, in the huge room, only he and her were a man and a woman.

He Jichen feared that the atmosphere would become stiff. After sitting down, he touched the remote control and turned on the TV.

It happens to be a music channel, soothing and melodious violin music, which spreads throughout the room like a cloud.

Ji Yi stared at the well-known male player playing the violin on the TV. He suddenly remembered that when he was eating in the Louwai Building, the fat man mentioned to himself. He Jichenla had a good violin and won the first prize in the national children's competition.

Thinking, Ji Yi turned his head and looked at He Jichen: "The fat man told me that you have a great violin."

"I haven't touched it for many years, and now it's estimated that it's all born." He Jichen lowered his eyes, blew some hot water in the cup and took a sip.