“Sister…” Yan Jiaojiao screamed, interrupting her words, afraid she would say the things she had done. If it were before, Mom might not believe her, but after last time, Mom's guilt towards her had reached an unfathomable level.,Yan Ji stood by the emergency exit, leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette for himself. His gaze passed through the dissipating smoke, falling blankly on some emptiness below.,Just as Gu Chenye's fingertips were about to touch her skin on the neck, Yan Ji raised her chin slightly, dodging his hand: "What do you think"。