Qiao Xi was so obsessed with her thoughts that she did not notice the coldness in Ji Yan's eyes.
She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling. After a while, she said softly, "Mr. Ji, just follow me." She supported Ji Yan and carefully went upstairs with the help of the light from the open door. She walked slowly and quietly.
"Be careful of the steps and raise your feet a little higher." She held onto Ji Yan and reminded him in a gentle voice, like a tender and sweet wife, but also like a devout believer who took care of her god. She hoped that the journey would be a little longer. She didn't feel his heavy weight on her. Instead, she felt very, very sweet, as if she was soaked in honey water. She opened her eyes wide and carefully felt every touch from his body. It was as if she wanted to seal this short period of time in her mind forever.
