"I was scared to death! I thought I had developed some depression! I looked it up online, and the symptoms seemed similar!"
"..."
Lu Ming was worried that Jing Yiren would grow restless at home and resort to doing something extreme.
So on the way back, Lu Ming thought a lot, negotiating with Jing Yiren while driving.
"Do you want to work? I heard many students start internships in their sophomore year, and you're about the right age to start working!"
Previously staring blankly out of the window at the passing crowd, Jing Yiren was brought back to reality by Lu Ming's words.
Turning to look at Lu Ming, "Can I go to work?"
Although Jing Yiren was not particularly excited, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile, a marked change from her previously listless state.
Did the mention of work make her happy?
Lu Ming felt even more guilty. It was he who had dimmed the vibrant Jing Yiren.
