A Billion Stars Can't Amount to You

Before he could lift a foot, Ji Yi, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly reached out and grabbed his hand.

The touch of her fingers felt like an intense electric current engulfing He Jichen’s entire body. It made his back tighten up.

Before he could react to her sudden touch, he felt her other soft arm circling around his waist. He instinctively lowered his head and saw that she loosened the hand grabbing his hand and also wrapped it around his waist. Then she tightly clasped both hands together.

He Jichen’s body trembled as his back tightened more fiercely. With his head down, he stared at both her fair little hands around his waist for a while. He wanted to break free from her grip before she drew closer, pressing her face gently against his back.

Through the thin fabric, he could feel the softness of her face. It seemed like she was searching for a comfortable spot as her little face nuzzled his back for a short while before settling down.

With her obediently cute movements, his hand suddenly stopped in midair.

The room was incredibly silent. He had his back turned to her and she didn’t move at all. He wasn’t sure just how long he let her hug him from behind like that. It was so long that he thought she had fallen asleep while leaning on him. He wanted to turn around to glance at her when she quietly said, “He Jichen, are you the same as before? Do you still want to leave?”

When He Jichen heard what she said, he immediately abandoned the thought that crossed his mind.

He didn’t reply. Since Ji Yi held her pose for so long, her body felt a little stiff. She turned her head for a moment and stuck the other side of her face onto He Jichen’s back. Then with the same tone of voice, she added, “Did you know after you left, I started to wait for you to come back? For the past year, many, many things happened. I have many, many things I want to tell you. I’ve been saving them all up, waiting to tell you everything after you returned. But every time I saw you, you didn’t give me a chance to speak...”

The more Ji Yi spoke, the softer her voice became, like a faint fog in the air. If the room wasn’t so quiet that nothing else could be heard, He Jichen would’ve really thought she hadn’t said anything at all.

“I want to ask – how have you been for the past year or so?”

“I want to tell you that Bo He and Li Da got married and had a boy. Last month, we celebrated his first birthday.”

“I want to tell you that the ratings for ‘Jiuchong Palace’ were unprecedentedly good. With the drama alone, we made ten-times the profit.”

“I want to tell you that the cherry blossoms this spring at B-Film bloomed unusually well. There were even two new snowy-white begonia trees planted. When the wind blew, it looked like it was snowing.

“I want to tell you that business at that Thai restaurant is now getting better and better.”

“I want to tell you that Huahua is now my assistant. When I was filming, Chen Bai often came over to the set. I could tell every time that he didn’t especially come to see me because he would go chat with Huahua.”

“I want to tell you that I really did follow the instructions you left me. I ate three meals a day, ate on time, ate fruit every day at 3 pm, didn’t stay up late, and stopped eating cold things. No matter how busy I was, I went to the gym every week.”

He Jichen felt the spot on his back, where Ji Yi was leaning up against, becoming wet.

“I also wanted to tell you that after you left, I haven’t eaten hot and spicy soup again.”