"No need."
Zhao Qingge sat up straight, leaned back against the sofa, and turned her head to look at him. Seeing that youthful face full of endless charm, her gaze was complex. Two seconds later, she withdrew her gaze, as if whispering, "At this age, I still don't know who I am, I'm still afraid of making any change..."
"Why are you suddenly saying this?" Li Peifeng frowned and said, "Is work tiring you out? You can tell me, I can handle the projects, and the first draft is settled. Maybe I'll finish my graduate thesis in a week; there's plenty of time."
"It's not because of these."
Zhao Qingge shook her head gently, and sighed lightly, "I just feel like I'm wasting my life, internally uncertain, constantly changing my mind to the point of self-depletion... I have no confidence, no trust in anything."
Her tone paused slightly, Zhao Qingge showed helplessness, "I don't have confidence in you, and even less confidence in getting them to agree."
