Ji Weixing was once the most silent guardian in Yun Xiyang's life.
As a personal bodyguard arranged by the Yun family, he abided by his duty to protect Young Master Yun, but late at night when no one knew, he wrote the words "Yun Xiyang" in his diary.
When he was eighteen years old, Yun Xiyang woke up and saw only a farewell letter, "Aji, where are you going? Can you please not go?"
Ji Weixing looked at the city where he had lived for nineteen years, and could only turn around and walk into the security checkpoint. He couldn't tell the young master that Father Yun had already used family power to threaten him to leave.
Seven years later, at a business banquet, Yun Xiyang, a well-known domestic actuary, watched in shock as the representative of the partner, a venture capitalist who should have graduated from an Ivy League school, was now looking blankly at the speaker's lips and quietly turned on the recording function of his mobile phone at the negotiation table.
"Accident, deafness in right ear." Ji Weixing handed over the business card with a sign language interpretation reservation number printed on the back, "What projects does Mr. Yun have to discuss?"
When Yun Xiyang's eyes were red and he said "I've been looking for you" in sign language, Ji Weixing finally took off the calm mask that he had been pretending to have for seven years, revealing the boy who suppressed tears at the airport: "But now I... Can't even hear you cry out in pain... I don't deserve to be in front of you."
"Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" Yun Xiyang pressed Ji Weixing's incomplete left hand against his own
