Shen Zhiyi gave a wry smile, her eyes portraying deep sadness, "I'm sorry, this really wasn't my intention. If I've angered you, I sincerely hope you can forgive me."
As she looked up, her smile was one of helplessness, "Also, Ji Tian, I truly want to be your friend."
Having said that, she stuffed the soy milk and fried dough sticks into Ji Weinan's hands and walked away.
"Eh..." Ji Weinan tried to call her back.
But he was at a loss for words and could only watch her figure disappear into the distance.
Ji Tian gave him a cold look, "What's the matter? Were you just talking nonsense earlier? It hasn't been long, and you've already forgotten the pain after the wound healed?"
Ji Weinan turned to look at her, speechless for a while before he slowly spoke, "No, I'm allergic to soy milk; you know that, don't you? I wanted her to take it back."
Ji Tian was speechless.
She genuinely didn't know.