'Even under immense pressure, your execution can't falter. You must strike a balance between principle and flexibility.'
Before bed, with the lights already out, Lin Chu lay in the darkness as various thoughts drifted through his mind. That sentence suddenly surfaced.
He turned his phone screen back on and typed it into his notes.
'Tsk.'
'Is this a diary?'
'What kind of respectable person keeps a diary?'
'But, what's written is written. It's not like I'm some respectable person anyway.'
'What I told Zhou Luan today wasn't a complete lie.'
'It was, to some extent, a true reflection of how I feel.'
'On this point, I have no intention of compromising.'
'I have the money, but… why should I give any to a scoundrel?'
'This isn't just a matter of pride.'
'It's that some things, once broken or compromised, develop cracks.'
'Take one step back today, another step back tomorrow… what do I become in the end?'
...
「The next morning.」
