Lu Xun asked with concern, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just feeling like there's really no fate between Qi Zhen and me…" Yun Zhishu suddenly sighed, her tone heavy and low, "I used to think that if we found our daughter, I could introduce her to Qimo. If the two of them hit it off, then my wish of becoming relatives with Qi Zhen would be fulfilled."
But the reality now is—
The daughter hasn't been found.
Xiao Qimo has someone he loves.
And her own son isn't of any use.
In the end, it's just wishful thinking.
Lu Xun comforted her with a pat on her shoulder, "It's okay, better to stop hoping than to endure long-term anguish. Knowing now saves you from clinging to false hope."
Yun Sang: …
Dad's choice of words for comforting people… I really wonder how he managed to court Mom back in the day.
But Yun Zhishu, as an engineering-minded woman, didn't find anything wrong with that statement. Instead, she nodded in complete agreement. "True, I've given up hope now."
