Why can't I perform as well as them? Is it a gap in talent or lack of effort? Even though it's all hindsight now, I have to ask myself, is it that I can't do it, or I didn't do it?
Qian Cangyi questioned himself.
Even though Qian Cangyi already had the answer in his heart, he didn't want to admit it.
The reason for the gap didn't lie in intellectual capacity, but in the formidable willpower to calmly seek a way to survive even when faced with death!
The moment he saw Ning Jing, other than surprise, Qian Cangyi felt worry deep within.
Should I be like this in every movie? Like a burden, a deadweight. I am practically useless, yet my teammates risk their lives to save me.
Qian Cangyi was extremely pessimistic.
"Are you okay?" Ning Jing asked a question which even she thought was foolish, yet she had no intention of impaling Qian Cangyi's skull with the Blood Stick.
