Beige glanced at Ji Anning and continued, "He would hold his puppy and talk to it for a long time, standing on the balcony lost in thought—it was the thing he did most often."
Yes, he was lonely, he liked standing on the balcony, motionless for hours, and it was unknown what he was watching.
He never opened up to anyone, never laid his feelings bare for others to see, including her.
Ji Anning turned to look at Beige—a beautiful mixed-race face, delicate and efficient. Since the founding of Beautiful City… it had been about four or five years, and she had been by Ji Chicheng's side for as long.
Meaning, the real time she spent and interacted with him was even more than hers.
So, how had he been these past two years, what was he doing every day, was he eating on time, was he sleeping on time…
Suppressing the impulse to ask these questions, she asked with a cold face, "Since you understand him so well, haven't you fallen for him?"
