Song Shijia didn't notice his low spirits; her mind was wholly absorbed by the news of Ji Shen's retirement.
"Did something happen?"
When it came up, Ji Ruofeng's face didn't show much sorrow: "It's age. I've been in the industry for almost six years. My performance has started to decline, and my hand joints are seriously strained. Even if I continue, my hands won't support the best operations anymore..."
"I've discussed with the team, and this is the most suitable time to retire."
His tone was calm as he spoke, evidently having accepted this fact long ago.
The career span for every professional player is fixed, and their peak usually lasts for just two years. Now, at twenty-two, after winning so many championships, he ought to be satisfied.
He had long prepared himself psychologically for this day to come.
He just didn't expect Song Shijia to care so much about this matter.
He watched as the light in the young girl's eyes before him faded away instantly.
