At the news of Old Master Ji's death, the deeply empathetic Song Zhilan immediately covered her mouth. Her eyes reddened in an instant, and her voice choked up. "Oh my God... Old Master Ji... that poor boy. He must be heartbroken right now..."
As a mother, the first thing she felt was the pain of a child losing his closest family.
Lu Jiaoyue's eyes also widened in disbelief, her face filled with sympathy and sorrow.
Even Lu Shiyan, who had just been brimming with "hostility" toward Ji Yunhuai for "stealing away" his little sister, lost that invisible murderous aura the moment he heard the news. It gave way to a complicated sigh, and his gaze held a little more understanding... and a barely perceptible trace of sympathy.
Lu Yubai opened his mouth, his expression a complicated picture of disbelief. In the end, he couldn't get a word out and fell uncharacteristically quiet.
Finally, Lu Yuan, the head of the family, spoke slowly. His voice was steady and firm, carrying the insight of someone who had weathered life's storms. "Life and death are unpredictable. Old Master Ji's passing is truly regrettable. That boy... this is when he needs support most."
He looked gently at Lu Xiaoxiao, his tone earnest. "Since you've chosen each other and decided to be together, you must support each other on the road ahead. Especially when one of you faces adversity and needs strength, companionship and support matter all the more. That's what loving each other means."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to his wife, Song Zhilan, beside him, his eyes revealing profound tenderness and gratitude. "Just like back then, when my career hit its lowest point and I might have lost everything. Your mother never once thought of leaving me. Instead, she stayed by my