"Yes, what a pure and beautiful soul. I really hope she can always stay that way."
Zhu Zhuqing emerged from her memories and could not help sighing with feeling.
Ning Rongrong really did see life clearly.
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing say that, Sunday smiled and shook his head, though a trace of bitterness lingered at the corners of his mouth.
"Who can stay the same forever? People change. Something said today, something that happens tomorrow-either could change a person."
"Then we should still do our best to protect her."
Hearing Sunday's words, Zhu Zhuqing instinctively objected.
Then she waved a fist. "Rongrong told me to do whatever I wanted and consider the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect my backing,
so I have to protect Rongrong too. At least until I fall, I want her to keep living in this happy environment."
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing say that, Sunday raised an eyebrow, his gaze turning somewhat strange.
I know what you mean, but why does it sound so odd?
But he soon stopped dwelling on it. He would let the children sort out their own affairs.
An old man like him was not suited to getting involved. Turning his attention to the campfire before him, Sunday said quietly,
"Childhood dreams are always fragile. Even if left alone, they will shatter on their own. In the end, someone needs to protect them."
Hearing Sunday say that, Zhu Zhuqing could not help letting out a bemused laugh.
"Teacher, what are you saying?
Rongrong isn't a child anymore."
Sunday shook his head at that.
"By 'child,' I don't mean someone young, but someone with a child's innocent, pure-hearted nature.
The two of you happen to have opposite personalities. Ning Rongrong is brash and domineering, yet sensitive toward others and perceptive about their feelings.
She has her