At this point, Zimo was no longer trying to intervene.
Although she was indeed sometimes slow to catch on, this time she had understood Ning Anran's intention.
She really didn't want to leave with her; she truly wanted to stay here.
"Zimo," Xiaoxiao gently patted the back of her hand, managing to muster a slight smile, "let it be, as long as she's happy."
"I just don't want us to bother them too much." But Zimo felt utterly helpless at the moment.
Xiaoxiao pursed her lips with a hint of grievance in her eyes.
There were things she wanted to say but felt she shouldn't.
Zimo continued, as always, to treat Ning Anran like family, like a younger sister to be protected.
As an older sister, she certainly did not want Ning Anran to cause trouble for others.
After all, to her, Ning Anran's issues were her own.
But during this encounter, she suddenly realized An Ran was different from before.
At least on this point, An Ran did not consider them family.