Lu Xi'an couldn't judge Lu Shou's merits or demerits, nor did he have the mind to do so. It wasn't his job, and it didn't matter to him.
He was just thinking it was time to talk to Luo Ping, to seize the time to tell Luo Ping what he knew, then gather supplies, build a sailboat, and set sail.
Lu Shou walked to the edge of the RV. Lu Xi'an opened the car door and glanced at him, confirming his eyes were indeed red. However, there were no tear marks on his face. He must have held back for a long time to stop the tears from falling.
Ha, still an emotional person.
Lu Xi'an jumped out of the car and said, "So, are you planning to wait for death with these people?"
Lu Shou sighed and said, "What else can I do? They do have a point. They are used to living with me. Going elsewhere would probably be worse than death for them, right?
