As Ouyang Nan and Ouyang Ruo Xi spoke, Chen Mo stood nearby, listening to their conversation.
Chen Mo could understand Ouyang Ruo Xi's inner conflict. After all, they shared the same surname and belonged to the same family, so it was only natural for her to feel some sympathy.
Besides, Ouyang Ruo Xi had only just turned eighteen and was still very young. Though she usually appeared aloof and cold-hearted, that was all a facade. With her looks, if she acted any more approachable, people would pester her to death.
Thus, her coldness and indifference were merely a disguise. Even after returning to the family and serving as acting Clan Leader for some time, most matters had been decided through discussions with the family elders. There had been very few occasions when she had truly made decisions herself.
Even though she had long known that these Ouyang Family Martial Artists joining the expedition were a group sent to their deaths, she still could not bear to watch them all die here.
Her Grand Aunt was right as well. If they had spare strength when true danger came, helping out a little was fine—but only after ensuring their own safety.
Chen Mo tugged lightly at Ouyang Ruo Xi's sleeve and said softly, "All right, don't think so much about it. If there really is danger and the few of us are safe, then there's nothing wrong with lending a hand. But if even we aren't safe, then they can only rely on themselves. Sometimes, people need to depend more on themselves."
Ouyang Ruo Xi nodded after hearing that. Though she sometimes had a motherly heart, she could not ignore the situation and drag her own family into danger. If there was genuine danger, taking care of themselves came first.
Ouyang Nan