"You don't have to apologize," Lu Jingzhi said. "Did I ever tell you that my investment in you last time was to use you to shut Grandma Jiang up?"
Gao Zhan was taken aback by her frankness and then shook his head, "You didn't tell me."
But he could guess as much.
"Well, it was mutually beneficial," she said, with the sky high and clouds sparse, the wind picking up strands of her hair. "As for this time... no one should be perfect, and I'll allow you to make mistakes."
Gao Zhan nodded slowly, still wanting to say, "But..."
"Sometimes, we have to admit something," said Lu Jingzhi, her delicate white hand tapping the side of her head. "Here, talent is very important."
Gao Zhan's fist clenched tightly at his side.
He knew that.
And that was the source of his pain.
He didn't want to disappoint the young girl.
He didn't want to disappoint his mother and brother.
He didn't want to disappoint his teacher.
But in the end, they would all be disappointed in him.
