Upon witnessing such a scene, Lu Yuanhe instinctively turned his face away. In his aged eyes, a hint of envy flashed. How wonderful it would be if his three children could get along so peacefully, so affectionately?
When Shen Lu heard Shen Weilan's assurance, a similar glimmer of tears appeared in her eyes.
She also turned her face away, afraid she might let a tear drop by accident.
Unexpectedly, despite how she treated her elder sister in the past, her sister forgave her.
If it weren't for her elder sister giving her a blood transfusion last time, she might not have survived and wouldn't have had the chance for an epiphany. Now, seeing her elder sister caring for her and Zhizhi like this made her heart feel warm, moved, yet filled with regret.
Money, face, affection—all of it are things you cannot bring to life nor take away in death; many things are simply unnecessary to fuss over.
Now thinking back, Shen Lu feels that her past self was so pitiful.
