Gu Zhuo followed the sound and looked over.
The little girl with a bun-shaped face looked serious.
"No one dictates that you must do what you are good at, or that not doing it is a waste. Talent is not a shackle, it means more choices, not the only choice."
Gu Zhuo blinked, and then blinked again.
He was quite shaken by this solemn atmosphere. Of course, what truly shook him were those words, as if a hand had untangled the vines wrapped around his heart.
Those vines seemed soft and boneless, yet actually were tightening over the years, and he was almost out of breath.
"I..."
Before he could say anything, Tuanzi, who was pretending to be serious, broke character and playfully stuck her tongue out.
"Were those words wise just now? Was what Miaomiao said cool? Master taught them, you know!"
Gu Zhuo helplessly pinched her cheek.
"Yes, very cool, if you had held on a little longer it would've been perfect."
Tuanzi shook her body proudly and then told Gu Zhuo a story.
