Ji Yi could only endure the discomfort in his body, and pulled out the chair next to Tang Huahua with a very light movement, and sat down.

The squad leader saw that all the people were complete, and immediately called the waiter to order.

Because there were too many people dining tonight, not only was the food served slowly, but even the tableware was delivered late.

Behind Ji Yi, just facing the door of the big box, all the tableware was placed beside her, and when she and Tang Huahua were helping to divide the tableware, they inadvertently looked up and saw He Jichen sitting in front of her.

The man was sitting by the window, his chair facing the dining table, a cigarette in his mouth, staring out the window.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, and his face looked very gloomy, but even so, it couldn't hide his noble spirit.

He raised the lighter, and when he lit the cigarette, the dancing flames illuminated his face, setting off his already perfect facial features even more amazingly.

When the cigarette was lit, he pinched it from his lips, held it between his fingers, and did not smoke it again.

This person really has a lot of problems, he doesn't smoke, why should he light a cigarette?

After Ji Yi silently complained in his heart, he realized that he seemed to be too concerned with He Jichen's affairs, so he withdrew his gaze and rejoined everyone's chat.

In the whole room, the conversation was lively, but He Jichen never said a word from beginning to end.

It wasn't until the waiter finished serving the food that the squad leader cooked the beef, and the man sitting next to He Jichen called out to him: "Brother Chen, it's time to eat." ”

He Jichen, who was like a statue, tilted his head slightly, but still didn't make a sound.

After a few moments, though, he snuffed out the half-lit cigarette on his fingertips.

He didn't turn his chair around to eat, but pinched the cigarette butt and swiped it casually and casually at the window.

After the Spring Festival, the temperature in Beijing is still very low, and the indoor hot pot is boiled, and the temperature rises high, causing a layer of moisture to form on the windows.

The cigarette butts on He Jichen's fingertips, the traces that have slid on the window, will stay for a short time because of the dissipation of water vapor.

At first, Ji Yi didn't pay attention to what He Jichen was depicting on the window, when she got up to fish for cow balls in the hot pot, she saw his cigarette butt and wrote the word "I" on the window, she was purely curious, and after sitting down, she looked at his slender fingertips.

He writes slowly, stroke by stroke, with great seriousness, and by the time the second word "love" is finished, the first word has been re-covered by new moisture.

Ji Yi thought to herself, is He Jichen going to write "I love you"?

Before her thoughts were completely settled, He Jichen's third word jumped into her eyes, it was a "of" word.

Every time he wrote, the words in front of him were masked by the vapor.

By the time he finished writing a sentence, there was only one word "person" left on the window in the end.

It wasn't what she thought, so what was he going to write?

Ji Yi stopped eating, and stared at He Jichen's cigarette butt without blinking.

Every time he wrote, the words in front of him were masked by the vapor.

By the time he finished writing a sentence, there was only one word "person" left on the window in the end.

But Ji Yi, who had been staring at He Jichen intently, was able to completely recite his words in his heart: "The person I love is not my lover."

What a sad sentence......

Ji Yi subconsciously jumped his gaze to He Jichen's body.

He had his back to the room, still staring out the window.