Gu Xici didn't stand on ceremony with her, pulling a chair up in front of her and sitting down.
Because of his tall stature, the chair looked quaint under him, as if his long legs had nowhere to fit.
So he could only lean forward, his legs split, arms resting on his knees. His exquisite tailored suit became slightly taut because of his posture.
He stared at Jiang Yi's somewhat swollen cheeks, restraining the impulse to reach out and touch them.
"Jiang Yi, you haven't been to class in two days. If this continues, you're going to lose academic credits."
Elder Chief and Auntie Cui had been incessantly nagging her about this; she was already tired of hearing it.
Then Gu Xici continued, "I know that you are having a hard time accepting the matter about Aunt Jiang Jin, but she has been dead for ten years, everything has settled down. Why do you keep torturing yourself like this?"
Jiang Yi wasn't torturing herself.
