"Stop thinking about it," Gu Junzhu pulled her into his arms and gently patted her shoulder, "Didn't you say? Wait for Yue Yaer to come back to the country, let Yue Yaer check on him, maybe he will get better. Thinking about it more now is useless."
Ye Xingbei let out a deep sigh, "I just feel he is too pitiful, unlucky and pitiful, which really makes people feel sorry for him."
"Who isn't pitiful?" Gu Junzhu said lightly, "Life is full of the five flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty; birth and death, ups and downs. The ancients have already said that there's joy and sorrow, partings and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes—nothing stays perfect forever. They also said that out of ten things in life, eight or nine may not go according to one's wishes. Look at that saying—the person who said this thought that eight or nine out of ten life events are unsatisfactory. Relative to that, we are still luckier."