But emotions were simply impossible to control. To be honest, she had never felt so at a loss, even more bewildered than when she had first transmigrated into the novel.
"Perhaps you need someone to listen."
Ji Xiangnian's steady voice sounded beside Fang Ning's ear. His tone was sincere, his low voice reassuring.
Fang Ning looked at Ji Xiangnian in surprise. He was seven or eight years older than her, and surpassed her in both his dealings with people and his life experience.
Although he was the source of her troubles, he might still be a very good listener and guide.
Fang Ning lowered her lashes slightly, her voice soft.
"Yes, there's something. I've run into some things that have held me back. I feel like I'm trapped in them."
Ji Xiangnian was pleased that Fang Ning was willing to tell him these things. Ahead lay the villa's greenhouse garden, where the flowers grew freely in their comfortable surroundings.
Gazing at the sea of flowers before him, Ji Xiangnian said calmly, "Fang Ning, look at these flowers. They look beautiful, each vying to outshine the others. A transparent glass enclosure shields them from harsh conditions."
"But if that glass enclosure were removed, most of these flowers wouldn't be able to withstand the cold outside."
Ji Xiangnian turned and fixed his gaze on Fang Ning.
"Of course, people are the same. You are yourself. Don't let anyone or anything keep you from moving forward, shutting yourself away and turning yourself into a greenhouse flower."
"Beautiful, but so fragile."
Ji Xiangnian truly was a very good guide. His delivery was unhurried and steady, and he played the role of a guide to perfection.
Naturally, Fang Ning, who was being guided, nodded to show she understood!
She got it!
She should be herself,