Choosing to leave was naturally the best method. Although this went somewhat against her own desires, Zhao Enrong was even more clear-minded that if she didn't let go now while she wasn't completely mired, she would end up hurting much more, much deeper.
She was just a tiny speck of dust, only able to stand silently in the distance and look up at him.
Even the thoughts and desires in her heart she dared not voice. This feeling left her extremely panicked and helpless.
Zhao Enrong knew that she currently was not worthy to stand in front of Li Changlin.
Perhaps one day, when she truly grew up, she might bravely appear before Li Changlin.
But for now, she was not yet qualified.
What she needed now was to learn, to keep growing, to make herself even more perfect.
To read thousands of books, to travel thousands of miles; the world was so vast, she wanted to see it.
Was there any way for her to become stronger, to gain the courage to face all difficulties?