Pan Qianqian, though smiling, gave off a feeling of helplessness. Her once lively eyes had become dull and lifeless, and her face bore heavy signs of exhaustion. Clearly, her worries had worn her down, and now she was barely managing to go to work. Perhaps it was only the act of continuing to work that could distract her mind from the burdens weighing on her heart.
All of this pained Ye Fan as he watched. Pan Qianqian had only recently graduated, no more than half a year ago. Strictly speaking, she was not yet truly independent and still somewhat a child. Yet, she was shouldering far too much, more than her slightly immature shoulders could bear.
Although Ye Fan did not yet know what troubles Pan Qianqian was dealing with, after observing her for a while, he concluded that she was overwhelmed. If her issues weren't addressed soon, a breakdown seemed inevitable.
