Cheng Youran was somewhat at a loss for words; she didn't know whether to pity Su Lu or to admire her.
Perhaps because she had been through so much adversity, Su Lu seemed to have a much higher capacity for endurance than the average person.
Even when things got tough, she seemed to be able to get through them with strength. At least to others, it appeared that she had managed to get through it with strength.
"As long as you're not too upset, that's all that matters," Cheng Youran said softly, patting her shoulder, "as long as you're not too upset."
You can say whatever you want, even if it's a tough façade cloaked in self-mockery.
Su Lu didn't speak; she just quietly leaned over and rested her eyes against Cheng Youran's shoulder.
Cheng Youran remained silent; there were no words of comfort, no coaxing, just silently staying there, feeling the warmth of her tears soaking through the clothes on her shoulder.