Qingran didn't know how generous a twelve-year-old God Ji could be, so she shook her head.
Ji He retracted the trace of a smile from his lips and stretched out two fingers: "Over twenty thousand yuan."
That must have been all the money twelve-year-old Ji Yanchen could offer.
Qingran became curious: "Did senior accept it?"
Speaking of this matter softened Ji He's brows and eyes: "That was after my family went bankrupt, the only kindness I encountered. Maybe because I was at my wit's end, I accepted that gesture of kindness and never regretted it in the years that followed. I am grateful that I accepted Ji Yanchen's kindness, and even more grateful that because I accepted it, I gained a friend like God Ji."
The sky gradually began to darken.
On the way home, Qingran seemed to still hear Ji He's voice echoing in her ears.
