Tang Zhixian paused, "So it's Mo Xun who's helping?"
"Mm." Tang ZhiLuo didn't know what to say. She walked to the window and pushed it open to look at the scenery outside.
The yard had many flowers planted, beautiful in the distance, offering a little solace to her heart.
Tang Zhixian was silent for a moment and said, "Zhiluo, if you can't leave, just make the best of it. Marriage isn't always just about love. Sometimes, choose a path that makes you happier."
She could roughly guess Tang ZhiLuo's feelings and tried to comfort her like this.
Her sister's implication was that even without love, life could still be good. With the right attitude, one could pursue whatever they wanted to do.
Tang ZhiLuo sometimes felt grateful to have a sister like her.
She always brought her back from the edge of confusion just in time. Smiling faintly, she said, "I know."
Even if she couldn't leave.
Even if Mo Xun and Pei Shuya remained murky and ambiguous.