The question came so abruptly that it took Ji Ting by surprise. His brows shifted slightly as he looked at Ji Yanzhi. "Why are you suddenly asking about marriage?"
Ji Yanzhi's gaze flickered, and he looked away awkwardly. "Just making conversation. Forget it if you don't want to talk about it."
He claimed it was casual, but the question had actually been lodged in his mind for several days.
Ji Ting was steady and mature, and with all those technologies in his head, there was no way he could be a teenager. Ji Yanzhi was twenty-six this year. If Ji Ear was older than him, then he would be pushing thirty-the perfect age to get married.
If, just if, Ji Ting already had a partner, would he be constantly trying to find a chance to go back?
Ji Yanzhi felt as though his heart had turned into an ice cellar. Every extra second Ji Ting stayed silent brought another blast of icy wind, until it was practically Siberia.
Just as his fingers clenched tighter and tighter, Ji Ting spoke in an even tone. "Someone like me isn't suited to marriage."
At those words, Ji Yanzhi immediately sat up under the covers and gazed eagerly at Ji Ting. "Why not?"
Ji Ting couldn't tell him about his illness, much less explain that he couldn't love others the way normal people did. He could only lower his eyes and say, "Maybe, deep down, I don't think I can shoulder the responsibilities of marriage."
So he'd never been married.
Ji Yanzhi kept his face stern, but a smile kept tugging at his lips, threatening to break through at any moment.
He quickly cleared his throat and asked as casually as he could, "What if you found someone you liked? Would you still feel