Lin Jing returned home to find Jiandan had finished writing and was practicing yoga. Surprised to see her, Jiandan asked, "Didn't you go to see Fu Chenxuan? Why are you back so early?" She had thought Lin Jing would stay out until after dinner.
"He was busy, so I came back first," Lin Jing said tiredly, sitting down on the sofa.
"You didn't ask what he was busy with?" Jiandan frowned.
Lin Jing shook her head, "Jiandan, I'm feeling a bit anxious. I always feel like things are happening that I can't predict, and it makes me feel lost."
"You're just worrying too much. What could possibly happen? Don't think so much. You should find a chance to confess your feelings to him soon, otherwise, when will you stop dragging this out?" Jiandan said, standing up to wipe off her sweat. "Honestly, Fu Chenxuan might look smart, but his emotional intelligence is so low. He hasn't even noticed that you like him."
