Chapter 257 It’s Okay, I’m Still Here.

"I..." Ye Shengge wanted to explain, but then she thought, there was nothing to explain, she really didn't care enough about him.

Perhaps it was because in her heart, Ji Shiting had always been strong, even indestructible, so she could hardly imagine that this man would be lonely and sad.

"I'm sorry." She grabbed his sleeve and apologized softly, "I saw you and aunt chatting well in the afternoon, I thought it was not a big deal, so I didn't ask you."

Ji Shiting's black eyes stared at her for a few seconds before he reached out and took her into his arms.

"Well." He took another puff of cigarette, then exhaled the bluish-white smoke towards the lake in front of him, and then said lightly, "It's really not a big deal."

Ye Shengge breathed a sigh of relief: "Then... why are you in a bad mood?"

"Who told you I was in a bad mood?" The man retorted, reaching out to flick the ash, but the corners of his lips raised were a little more self-deprecating.

Ye Shengge sighed helplessly in his heart.

If he doesn't want to admit it, then don't admit it. Anyway, as long as it is a negative emotion, whether it is anger or sadness, he will not admit it.

She thought about it and suddenly said: "Shi Ting, I don't remember what my parents look like."

Ji Shi Ting was slightly startled, and his right hand held her a little tighter, and said "hmm" in a low voice.

"They are diplomats who died in a war in the station. The last impression I have of the accident is that the lawyer told me how much property my parents left me." Ye Shengge said with a chuckle, "When my parents died, I actually remembered everything, but it's strange that I just don't remember what they looked like, nor do I remember any details of getting along with them. I read in the book that I might have post-traumatic stress disorder."

Ji Shi Ting didn't speak, but just held her hand.

"But I hope I remember, even if they are not as perfect as I imagined. It would be better if they were still alive." Ye Shengge sighed and turned to look at him, "No matter what aunt did to you, at least she still cares about you, and you still have your mother."

Ji Shiting's eyebrows twisted slightly, and then he raised the corners of his lips lightly: "Ye Shengge, are you trying to comfort me?"

"Uh..." Her eyes wandered, "No, I just felt it."

Ji Shiting laughed softly, and with a little force in his arms, he took her whole body in his arms.

Ye Shengge reached out and hugged his neck, feeling a little nervous inexplicably.

Generally speaking, when he hugged her like this, it was to make it easier for him to kiss her.

But Ji Shiting obviously had no intention of kissing her. He combed her long hair with his hands, and his black eyes revealed some unpredictable emotions. Then, he reached out and pressed her in his arms, buried his face between her neck, as if seeking some kind of comfort, and his slow and deep breathing fell into her ears, making Ye Shengge's heart suddenly tighten into a ball.

She subconsciously hugged him tightly, and said in a very low and soft voice: "It's okay, I'm still here. As long as you don't mind, I will never leave you."

Ji Shiting's Adam's apple seemed to slide, and his voice was low and hoarse: "That's what you said."

Ye Shengge nodded carefully: "Of course."

She suddenly realized that Ji Shiting also had times of sadness and weakness, and times when he needed comfort. He was not always as indestructible as he seemed.