"Don't think too much about it, the rain has gotten much lighter."
"Let's wait and see later."
Song Yi didn't know how to comfort her, feeling that anything he said seemed somewhat hollow.
"I don't know why, but starting over, I just feel like I have to be tougher and not care about anything.
But now, I still find myself caring about people."
Song Yi is one, Ye Mianmian is another, and Jiang Yuan is another.
Sometimes, I know that this is absolutely not the time to be saintly.
But after knowing that my parents and children are safe, I can't help but think a lot.
"It's normal; it just proves that you are a normal person.
With blood and emotions to feel, if you were devoid of all feelings, you would be just a walking corpse, wouldn't you?"
Song Yi comforted her proficiently, and Jhiang Yuan gave a slight smile.
"I know it's not good, and I keep telling myself that."
Ye Mianmian and Jiang Yuan, to her, are people with deep connections.
