As far as Duan Xiaolou knew, Ren He's talent had reached a level that left her feeling unable to catch up, and that's when she realized that being excellent is all relative.
Going to Australia wasn't her choice either; it was arranged by her family. Talking about breaking away from one's family is practically idle chatter for a middle school student, unrealistic. She didn't necessarily think that abroad was better than domestic, but it seemed that there was a slightly bigger stage waiting for her than Luo City.
The two of them didn't continue chatting much, and the distance between them seemed to grow further and further apart, torn asunder by life.
Everyone would rush towards their own futures, perhaps never to meet again, but who can say for sure?
When they returned to the private room, everyone exchanged knowing smiles, but the two parties involved had calmed down, and no further ripples disturbed their tranquility.
