Lu Zhu had much more patience for farewells than Mo Zhi did.
She arrived at this place without even having the chance to say goodbye.
She calmly accepted everything as well.
So, Lu Zhu didn't understand why Mo Zhi looked so sad and downcast every day.
Mo Sinian was just going abroad, not to a funeral.
Lu Zhu looked at Mo Zhi seriously and said, "Xiao Zhi, don't be sad anymore, your sorrow is taking away the mood to properly bid farewell to Mo Sinian."
Lu Zhu's expression and tone were the spitting image of Lu Yinfeng's.
"But I don't want him to go..." Mo Zhi sobbed.
"There's nothing we can do," Lu Zhu said. "We are children, we can't fight against adults."
"All we can do is wait and wait until we grow up. Then we can do what we want."
Mo Zhi's crying gradually stopped, and she looked at Lu Zhu with a mix of confusion and thoughtfulness.
After that night, Mo Zhi accepted the harsh reality and stopped crying.
Her youthful face lost some of its innocence.