The artist creates beautiful imagery, yearning for simplicity.
Ji Chicheng's eyes remain fixed on the computer screen, wearing headphones, his attractive hands occasionally tapping the keyboard.
Ji Anning doesn't look at what he's doing; she quietly appreciates him.
She has all the patience in the world for him.
After some time, Ji Chicheng's hands 'tap-tap' on the keyboard before he removes his headphones.
He immediately closes the computer afterward.
Then he stands up, looks at Ji Anning, and says calmly, "Let's go."
Let's go?
Where?
Ji Anning looks baffled, "Where to?"
Ji Chicheng raises an eyebrow and asks expressionlessly, "You've been here watching, aren't you just waiting for me to favor you?"
Ji Anning: "..."
What made it seem like she was waiting for him to favor her?
Truly, his narcissism knows no bounds!
Ji Anning ignores Ji Chicheng, picks up a wine glass, turns her gaze outside, and sips the red wine slowly.
