Han's Mother's gaze wasn't sharp, nor did it carry any hint of interrogation. It was calm and kind, with a trace of a smile.
Yet somehow, her words left Jiang Yue at a loss.
Still, Jiang Yue didn't hem and haw. He nodded. "Jingjing and I have been classmates for six years. People of the same age find it easier to understand one another."
Though Jiang Yue hadn't admitted it outright, he had acknowledged that Han's Mother had a point.
Han's Mother smiled knowingly. "Auntie agrees. I was young once, too. I know that young people can speak more openly with each other—even more honestly and deeply than they do with their parents."
Jiang Yue smiled. "That depends on the topic."
Han's Mother nodded with a smile, then fell silent in thought for a moment before speaking. "Little Jiang, do you remember when we entrusted Jingjing to you? At the time, Jingjing's father and I both believed that, with the Era of Strangeness beginning, people in our positions couldn't hold anything back. We had to go to the front lines ourselves and fight against the strange forces. Under those circumstances, we truly put our own lives aside."
It hadn't been that long ago, so of course Jiang Yue remembered.
Back then, the couple in charge of Star City had settled Han Jingjing in Villa No. 9 with the resolve to sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
After all, no one could have known how bad things might get.
Han's Mother continued, "Even now, the situation in Star City may seem to have eased, but under the surface, trouble is still brewing. It hasn't truly improved. Jingjing's father and I still feel the same way we did then. If the situation calls for us to make a sacrifice, we won't shirk