"Actually, it's not that there's no pressure, you've just hidden it away, right?"
Tong Yingying looked at him, her voice gentle like a soft breeze and drizzling rain,
"Like swimming towards a visible shore in the vast ocean, continuously swimming... It's not that you're not tired, it's just that you've been focusing on the shore, having a direction and a goal, so you ignored the fatigue...
"It's just because the disillusionment with that first love caused the shore to continuously recede until it disappeared from your sight, and that's when the weariness surged into your heart."
As she spoke, Tong Yingying suddenly hugged Yan Huan, pulling his head into her chest.
Under the intoxication of alcohol, in an instant, Yan Huan felt like he was lying in a bed of rose-scented cotton candy.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just tiredness, there's nothing shameful about that."
Tong Yingying patted Yan Huan's back, whispering,
