Ji Chicheng had already climbed up to the balcony of his room and, with both hands on the railing, leaped over it in one smooth, seemingly effortless motion. She, however, was so worried her heart nearly burst out of her chest. Even though it was only the second floor, falling could have minor or serious consequences.
How could he be... How could he be so willful?
Ah!
Ji Anning leaned against the window frame, looking out at the now empty balcony and sighed sorrowfully. She suddenly felt heartache, great heartache, for the him who changed and tolerated her just to be the way he was.
Ji Anning, you clearly love him too.
...
"Pry the lock open, quick."
The old master's voice was trembling with urgency outside, commanding someone to pry open Ji Chicheng's door.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
Ji Chicheng, with one hand in his bathrobe pocket and the other on the doorknob, looked emotionlessly at the crowd at the door, "What's going on?"
