She paused, glanced at Ji Anning, and continued, "He can't bear to part with you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator arrived, and she stepped in.
"Beige." Ji Anning tried to follow her into the elevator.
Beige, who had stretched out her hand to press the close button, stopped and looked at Ji Anning, reminding her, "He's angry right now. Based on what I know about him, if you go to him now, it will surely backfire."
Ji Anning's steps halted.
She recalled Ji Chicheng's indifferent and unfeeling demeanor from just before, and her heart hesitated about following him.
"Give him some time, because he's truly heartbroken."
Beige sighed, closed the elevator door.
Ji Anning turned around in a daze, leaning against the wall. Her face, though beautifully made up, was utterly pale, her gaze unfocused and lost, as if she had just suffered a major illness.
"Anning."
