As soon as Chen Lusi walked out of the meeting room, she found Ji Xin sitting in a wheelchair, gently brushing the embers off her bread.
Upon noticing Chen Lusi coming out, she merely glanced back before continuing to eat her bread.
Obviously.
She had calmed down.
Chen Lusi thought for a moment, walked over, and looked at the bread in her hand: "Would you like me to get you a new piece of bread?"
"No need."
Ji Xin shook her head: "Just a bit of ember, it's not like it's inedible... if you really want to do something, stretch out your hand."
"Hand?"
Chen Lusi raised her hand somewhat puzzled.
And in the next second.
Ji Xin lifted her hand too and then firmly grasped his palm, her knuckles turning pale from the exertion.
Apparently, she was aware of what had just occurred inside.
"..."
Chen Lusi looked at Ji Xin, who was coldly biting into her bread, then at his tightly gripped hand, guessed something, thought for a moment, and did not break free.
