The sickly one in F4 was the group's darling.

Bai Ci stared at the door, her heart beating faster than usual.

"Don't panic, don't panic, it's nothing!" Xiao Qi quickly reminded him in his mind, "It's Ji Huaizhou, the leader of F4, the heir to a wealthy family, with a cold and aloof personality, and he seems indifferent to everyone."

But after hearing this, Bai Ci panicked even more.

In the past, the timid and sensitive original owner never had the courage to look directly at this cold and aloof F4 leader. She only dared to shrink into a corner, afraid of being noticed by him.

Ji Huaizhou was indifferent and never paid much attention to the people and things around him, so the two of them naturally didn't have much interaction.

"How...how did he get here?" Bai Ci felt a sense of panic.

"Who cares what he's doing here?" Xiao Qi's voice instantly perked up, full of urging. "This is a golden opportunity! Perfect! We can use him to practice. If he's rude or dares to look down on you, you can stand up straight and give him a piece of your mind, letting him know you're not someone to be trifled with!"

Bai Ci subconsciously pursed her lips, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He now finds it difficult to even sit up straight; it feels like a heavy stone is pressing on his chest, and his breathing is shallow and weak.

With that kind of demeanor, it's difficult for him to even speak properly, let alone argue with someone. He's far from being able to intimidate anyone.

The door was pushed open.

Ji Huaizhou stood at the boundary between light and shadow, wearing a neatly tailored black shirt with the cuffs meticulously buttoned up to his wrists, and a dark-patterned suit jacket in the same color over it.

He was tall and slender, with cold and sharp eyes. His aura was calm and distant. Just by standing there, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop a few degrees.

The moment he saw Bai Ci, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"What are you doing here?"

His tone was devoid of emotion, as calm as a casual question, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Bai Ci's heart skipped a beat when questioned. She instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to explain in a low voice that she was just resting there.

But when the words were about to come out, he gently bit his lip and didn't dare to speak immediately.

"Xiao Qi," Bai Ci whispered in her heart.

"Received! [Fierce Aura Filter] Activated—"

Almost at the same instant, a faint, almost imperceptible aura gently enveloped his brows and eyes, like an invisible mask of coldness.

Bai Ci took a deep breath, slowly raised her eyes, her wisps of hair unable to conceal her clear eyes, and looked straight at Ji Huaizhou.

"This lounge," his voice was weak and hoarse, yet he spoke each word deliberately, with a rare firmness, "is it your family's property?"

Ji Huaizhou paused slightly.

Those eyes, usually indifferent and unchanging, lingered on his face for half a second longer, clearly revealing a hint of surprise.

The person in front of me, whose face was still almost transparently pale, no longer had the evasive and timid look in his eyes. Instead, his eyes held a soft yet forceful, awkward quality.

After a moment, the man spoke calmly, his tone revealing no emotion: "This entire building belongs to the Ji family."

Bai Ci was speechless for a moment.

He completely forgot about that incident.

Nearly half of the buildings at St. Andrew's College were donated by the Gibbons.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but the words had already been spoken, and it would be too embarrassing to take them back now.

Bai Ci pursed her lips, stubbornly refusing to show weakness, and tried her best to keep a straight face, trying to appear unapproachable.

"Well, you can't just come in without knocking!"

Ji Huaizhou's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze lightly sweeping over his tense and pale profile. His tone was calm, yet a single sentence punctured his embarrassment:

"This is the lounge that the four of us share."

Bai Ci's cheeks flushed, and she was so embarrassed that her toes almost curled up.

The original owner never dared to step inside when these people were around; she would only sneak in to catch her breath after everyone had left.

Now, not only is he staying openly, but he also dares to talk back to Ji Huaizhou, just like a little rabbit baring its teeth at a tiger.

But now that things have come to this point, he can't back down now.

"So what if we share it?" he managed to stammer, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness. "Don't you know how to knock before coming in? Don't you have any manners?"

Ji Huaizhou didn't speak, but slowly walked towards him.

An overwhelming sense of oppression washed over Bai Ci, whose inner rabbit instinct screamed wildly as he tried to run away. His body subconsciously shrank back, his back almost pressed against the sofa back.

Ji Huaizhou looked down at him, his tone as cold as ice: "Are you trying to be polite with me?"

Bai Ci stiffened her neck, her jawline taut, the only sound in her ears the pounding of her own heart. She couldn't tell if it was fear or the fact that her frail body couldn't withstand the slightest disturbance.

He forced himself to remain calm and met Ji Huaizhou's gaze.

Ji Huaizhou's gaze fell on the hand he was clutching his chest, then lightly swept over his pale, almost transparent lips. His tone remained flat, but strangely carried a hint that was hard to detect: "You look terrible."

Bai Ci was stunned, completely unprepared for his sudden remark. It was as if her soft spot had been hit, and she felt a bit awkward and flustered. She retorted stiffly, "It's none of your business."

Ji Huaizhou didn't respond, as if his earlier words of concern were just a casual remark.

He walked straight past Bai Ci, his clothes carrying a wisp of crisp, snowy scent.

Bai Ci froze on the sofa, even her breathing became shallow, watching as he walked to the table and picked up a neatly bound stack of documents.

It was a student council application form, with a silver-capped fountain pen clipped to it.

They came to pick up something, not to cause him trouble.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled down, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Huaizhou turned and walked towards the door. He paused slightly at the doorway, but didn't turn back. His voice was cold and indifferent: "If you're not feeling well, go to the infirmary. Don't try to tough it out here. Don't die here. It'll be a hassle to deal with."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was gently closed.

"Bai Bai, you're amazing!" Xiao Qi popped up and praised wildly, "This is the first time you've ever learned to roast someone on your own! And it was Ji Huaizhou, and he didn't even get angry."

"Is he not angry?" Bai Ci said weakly. "He's just too lazy to argue with me."

"That's progress! He used to never even look at you, but today he actually looked at you properly and even said a couple of words!"

At that moment, the phone vibrated slightly.

Bai Ci looked down and the screen lit up: Bai Yanzhi.

The original owner's older brother.

He hesitated for two seconds, but still swiped to answer the call.

"Remember to come back for the family dinner this weekend."

The voice on the other end was cold and perfunctory, as if issuing an order that had to be carried out. There was no address, no small talk, and not even a question about whether it was convenient for him.

"Dress presentably, don't dress casually."

Bai Ci was about to respond.

The other person added coldly, "Also, get your hair cut. What kind of appearance is it to cover your face all the time?"

"I......"

beep.

The call was immediately disconnected.

Bai's three older brothers, Bai Yanzhi, Bai Luochen, and Bai Jiheng, are all business elites and the pride of heaven. Bai Ci, on the other hand, is like a shadow of the Bai family that cannot see the light of day. She is stuffed into a noble academy and receives a fixed monthly allowance, but there is no warmth beyond that.

"Go get your hair cut. What kind of look is this, hiding like this?"

It turns out that in their eyes, Bai Ci covering her face with her hair was not because she was "afraid," but because she was "ashamed."

"What kind of person is he!" Xiao Qi suddenly shouted angrily, "He talks like someone owes him eight million! And all that 'hiding and concealing,' what kind of behavior is that? Is it any of his business?"

"Alright," he said softly, "Xiao Qi, don't be angry. It's not like you're the one who got scolded."

"But it hurts you more to be scolded than it does me!" Xiaoqi's voice was muffled. "I don't care, I'm going to change his contact name to 'You naughty person'."

"Stop fooling around." Bai Ci stood up, still feeling a little weak, and steadied himself by holding onto the sofa armrest.

"I'm going to wash my face."

The restroom is at the end of the lounge corridor, with a white porcelain sink and a dim wall lamp above the mirror.

Bai Ci turned on the tap, and the icy water washed over his fingertips. He bent down, scooped up a handful, and slapped it on his face.

He looked up at the boy in the mirror.

A pale, thin face.

Her wet, tousled hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, growing so long it almost covered half her face.

He brushed aside his stray hairs, and a face so exquisite it seemed unreal appeared fully in the mirror.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exceptionally beautiful, with slightly upturned corners and very light brown pupils, like amber in late autumn.

His nose was high and straight, and his lips had a pale pink tinge due to his illness.

This face is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it, but it has a fragile paleness due to being deprived of sunlight for a long time.

Bai Ci stared blankly at the boy in the mirror.

These eyes, round with slightly upturned corners and light brown pupils, are exactly the same as the eyes of the rabbit he has been living as for three hundred years.

"Xiao Qi".

"exist!"

Are there any barbershops nearby?

"Yes, yes, yes! There's one just 300 meters to the right after you leave the school gate!" Xiaoqi's voice suddenly became excited. "Baibai, do you want to get a haircut?"

"Hmm," Bai Ci said, "With this tuft of hair, even my glare isn't intimidating."

"Let's go, right now!"

Bai Ci wiped the water off her face and pushed open the door to go out.