"Shouldn't I be concerned...?"
The Desert Witch's large pincer arms were idly opening and closing. Her exposed uneasiness brought a faint smile to Ye Hanjun's face.
"For others, this might be an intolerable flaw, something that invites nothing but disdain."
"But I'm different. I see your future potential. No matter how you struggle now, it's just another form of accumulation and there is nothing to fear."
With a hand on his dry stomach, Ye Hanjun got up and went straight toward the kitchen.
As he opened the refrigerated storage unit, he muttered:
"Don't overthink, there's no need for internal strife."
"Remember the you at rock bottom. When you've broken through all hurdles and returned victorious, you'll only marvel at the past, then chuckle and continue to strive forward."
"Yes..." The Desert Witch bowed slightly, her eyes thoughtful.
She couldn't understand such philosophical thoughts yet.
