A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

As she stepped out of the elevator, Ji Yi felt like the hallway seemed even more empty compared to before. Maybe it was because she knew He Jichen wasn’t home...

She stared at the door to He Jichen’s apartment for a while then finally walked over.

Since He Jichen no longer lived there, there was no cleaning lady to clean things up, so there was a thin layer of dust on the door.

Ji Yi knew He Jichen’s passcode but wasn’t sure if he changed it before he left. Regardless, she gave it a try anyway and to her surprise, it worked. ”Kacha!” The door actually opened.

She pushed the door open and was welcomed with the subtle smell of a long absence. Ji Yi instinctively raised her hand to cover her nose and walked into the apartment.

She casually flipped on the light switch at the entrance. Without changing into slippers, she walked right into the apartment.

Ji Yi walked over to the tall window at first then opened it.

The evening wind blew in and dispersed the uncomfortable smell in the room.

That was when Ji Yi started to gaze around the room.

Even though nobody had been there for two months, it was still relatively clean.

The long hand on the European style grandfather clock ticked like before.

There was a copper flower vase at the center of the dining table, but there were no longer any beautiful, fresh flowers there.

The fridge was open and the electricity was cut off. It was completely empty with nothing inside. The water dispenser was also emptied out by someone in advance.

Ji Yi stood in the living room for a long time before she headed upstairs.

The door to He Jichen’s room was open. His favorite bedsheets were laid out on the bed and there was still half a glass of water left on the bedside table. Half his clothes were still in the wardrobe and his grooming products were still in the bathroom.

If there wasn’t a layer of dust on the dressing table, Ji Yi would’ve really thought He Jichen still lived there.

As Ji Yi stepped out of the bedroom, Ji Yi walked to the end of the second-floor sunroom. As nobody had taken care of the green plants, all but two pots of devil’s ivy had died.

Ji Yi stood in the sunroom for a long time before she stepped out. She was the only one left in the room, but she stared at the empty living room downstairs and saw a faint image of He Jichen sitting on the sofa, reading files.

She was caught in a daydream for some time. All of a sudden, scene after scene of the two of them in his apartment jumped into her mind; she had to off fight memory after memory.

She stood there for a long time before she snapped back to reality then strode into the study, which was nearby.

It looked just like it did the first time she entered; the bookshelf was filled with books and files.

The computer on the desk was still there, but the laptop was gone. He Jichen must’ve taken it with him.

Ji Yi’s fingers brushed across the bookshelf, the desk, the computer, then finally stopped on the office chair. Then she suddenly remembered how her hair got caught on his button there, and they almost kissed...

Ji Yi’s eyes fell as a dreary look entered her eyes.

She strode over to the sofa and stared at the seat He Jichen liked to sit in. Then she strode over to the balcony.

She barely took two steps when she felt something hard beneath her feet.

She lowered her head and looked over. She saw a red pouch. It was really old and it looked like it had been carried for a really long time.