Zhan Qiuhe recognized the approaching couple. She wiped her tears away and greeted them puffy-eyed, "Hello Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu."
"Just call me Brother Lu like how Weiqi does it," Lu Xingzhi said matter-of-factly.
Noticing Zhan Qiuhe's surprised expression and both her parents puzzled looks, he quickly added, "Your uncle is my mentor, we're not that distant, right?"
Mr. and Mrs. Zhan nodded, not putting any more thought into what Lu Xingzhi just said.
"My deepest condolences to you. The dead have passed, the living must move on. Mr. and Mrs. Zhan, you still have a daughter with you, please take care of your health." Lu Xingzhi looked away toward the horizon, his voice deep yet distant. "Your sons are national heroes. They do not lay here alone for they have the companionship of many more heroes just like them."
Lu Xingzhi was not great at comforting people but the words he spoke were genuine and sincere, soothing the distressed mind of his listeners.