The slightly hot wind of early summer blew in through the window, lifting the white curtains and swirling lazily between them.
"I used to think he didn't need to give up. He was always so talented, so outstanding, far surpassing most people. But then I realized, maybe the reason he gave up was precisely because he was always too good, too outstanding. Sometimes, people can be defeated by their own pride."
Nie Qingzhou's elbow rested on the cabinet, his hand supporting his chin. The storytelling ended here, and he didn't seem to intend to continue.