It's undeniable that love can sometimes truly become a motivating force for progress.
Whenever Wei Liangxiao recalled how he'd casually tried to discuss his feelings, only to be rebuffed and sent away, he felt utterly dejected.
Especially when the person he liked was a workaholic, he always felt as if his own laid-back attitude seemed irresponsible.
Even though their work was different, seeing the other person bustling about while he himself was idle always made him feel a perplexing prick of conscience.
It was like everyone living in the same dorm; if one person suddenly started studying late into the night under the lamplight, the others lying in bed wouldn't feel at ease either.
He was in this state of mind now. He didn't know if it was Sister Hua's influence or something else, but the formerly easy-going Wei Liangxiao was suddenly filled with a fighting spirit.
