Lance, seeing her furrowed brows in pain, tore off a tissue and walked over to her, "Is there something bothering you? If you don't mind, you can talk to me."
Qin Yucen took the tissue and wiped her cheeks, her eyes reddening, "I can handle my own personal affairs, don't worry. Let's get back to work."
She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and immersed herself in work.
However, Lance disagreed with her approach, "Yucen, you don't have to push yourself so hard. Don't strain yourself like a tight string; maybe take a rest. A good sleep and you'll realize that even the greatest issues are trivial, and life must go on, right? But you can choose the way you want to live happily. That's your freedom, your right. Exercise it well."
Qin Yucen, her eyes teary, gazed at Lance, his deep blue eyes as vast and accepting as the ocean.
"I understand," Qin Yucen nodded gently.
Lance patted her shoulder, "Stay strong."
