Ji Ting's brows drew together slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes. Only after a long moment did he write: [Don't you hate my jokes?]
"Do I?" Ji Yanzhi's expression didn't change. He even sounded perfectly justified. "Why don't I remember that?"
Ji Ting solemnly raised his tablet as though it were a protest sign: [December 5 last year, after dinner, you said: Ji Ting, think about that lousy joke of yours, then walk out of this dining room and keep going until you're outside the front door. Don't stop until I tell you to.]
As though afraid he would miss the point, Ji Ting had even manually highlighted "lousy joke" in red.
Ji Yanzhi had never expected him to hold a grudge like this, much less remember the exact date and every single word of their conversation.
"You actually wrote a diary entry about something this trivial?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Ji Ting shook his head and pointed at his temple, meaning: I remembered it in my head.
Hearing that thought, Ji Yanzhi suddenly felt the frustration in his chest ripped to shreds.
If he remembered something from so long ago this clearly, how long would Ji Ear remember what had happened in the Isolation Room?
"Actually..." He drew a deep breath, but deliberately kept his tone light. "I actually think your jokes are really funny. I was forcing myself not to laugh that time. I only tried to chase you out because I couldn't hold it in anymore."
Ji Ting froze, then something slowly began to light up in his eyes: [Really?]
Ji Yanzhi nodded. "Really."
Ji Ting immediately took him off his blacklist, his eyes shining: [Then I'll tell you an even funnier one.]
Seeing how easily Ji Ting forgave him only left Ji Yanzhi feeling worse.