"Chinese Medicine… I'm not saying it's a bad choice, but it will limit your future potential. It's a waste of your talent." Nie Mi spoke solemnly. If he could, he would have dug his heart out for her to see how much it was aching.
He cherished talent greatly. Had it been someone else, he wouldn't even have bothered wasting his energy to persuade them. But this was her, how could he bear to let her pick a tougher path to trod on?
Qiao Nian could tell whether one was sincere or not. She wouldn't care if other people told her this, but now she couldn't help but sigh, knowing that he meant well. She changed her posture a little and looked at him helplessly. "I like Chinese Medicine."
Nie Mi said, "You can't make a living out of liking something!"
It would be a shock for others to hear this from him.
Nie Mi was known as a "weirdo". He was too noble to care much about money. To someone like him, money and career meant nothing.
