After a long moment, Jiang Silu finally spoke, her voice catching. "I... I'm in trouble..."
Lu Fan said softly, "What kind of trouble? Take your time and tell me."
"The national competition... I don't know what to design... My mind is a complete blank... The first draft is due in a month, and I don't have a single idea... I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll fail to live up to Elder Meng's expectations..." Jiang Silu sounded on the verge of a breakdown.
As she spoke, tears began to fall.
She covered her face and sobbed softly, her shoulders trembling.
Seeing her like this made Lu Fan's heart ache.
He handed her a tissue and said comfortingly, "Silly girl, it's normal to feel pressure, but you can't push yourself this hard."
Jiang Silu took the tissue and wiped her tears. "But... but I can't think of anything..."
"What if... you just don't participate?" Lu Fan suggested after a moment's thought.
