People are selfish. Yu Jingrong hoped she would live well, but didn't want her to forget her brother, because her brother liked her so much, loved her so deeply.
She hoped that when her brother returned, Xin Xiaozhen would still be waiting for him. She knew such a thought was selfish. After all, no one knew whether her brother was alive or dead, or whether he would ever come back. She couldn't let Xin Xiaozhen keep waiting endlessly.
No matter whether her brother was alive or dead, or whether he would return, Xiaozhen should live a normal life instead of being trapped in the past.
She sighed softly and said, "Xiaozhen, I think if I were you, I wouldn't be able to let myself sink entirely into feelings like this. If I faced what you're going through, I would feel lost, overwhelmed, and unsure what to do as well."
