"After taking the MBA and studying computer management for a year, he fell ill," Edward Stephens said flatly, "so he dropped out."
Edward glanced at her complexion, raised his hand to tap her forehead, "I've told you, it's not what I wanted to study; it was all arranged by my family."
Daisy Ginger looked at him oddly, "Then what do you want to learn?" He's already mastered so many skills; she suspected he might be proficient in eighteen languages, yet he says, "It's not what I want to learn."
Imagine if he really studied what he wanted, how impressive would that be?
In comparison, it simply crushed her self-esteem.
Daisy felt she was quite an academic achiever since childhood, the "other people's child" type, but she couldn't manage to graduate from Harvard at twenty, earn an MBA, and study computer management.
Edward glanced at her lazily, leaned back on the sofa, and drawled, "I just want to eat and wait to die."
Daisy looked at him with speechless wonder.
