Yes, he was indeed deceiving himself.
Duan Xingzhi didn't speak, and Shen Juan also knew that he was always a person who understood things on his own, so he didn't press further. Instead, he ended the topic by saying, "I'll send you the contact information in a while, you can go by yourself."
"Okay."
"But Xingzhi, as a friend, I still have to tell you this: matters of the heart can't be forced, it's better to follow your own heart."
Hanging up the phone, Duan Xingzhi closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
Follow his heart?
How should he follow it? His heart and his principles were at odds with each other. He had to give up one, and what he could give up could only be his heart. If his principles were broken, it would be like the walls he had built over the years were knocked down, leaving him feeling insecure.
Not long after, he received a message from Shen Juan.
At six o'clock sharp, everyone left work, and Duan Xingzhi walked out on time too.
