Xue Lu was taken aback, her eyes inexplicably warm. She reached out and placed a hand with a "slap" on Jiayu's shoulder, her voice somewhat choked: "That's great, really, that's great."
Xue Lu had witnessed Jiayu's love from the beginning. Once, she was so fond of Xin Ke that she hurt herself, bruised all over, for that man. Clearly, she should have been as proud as a queen, but she humbled herself for one man.
At one time, Xue Lu thought Jiayu was really cheap, but when it comes to emotions, who isn't?
If you truly love someone, you can indeed lower yourself again and again, until you're in the dust.
Those who talk about maintaining dignity in love either have mutual feelings or don't love deeply enough.
On one hand, she scolded Jiayu for not being ambitious, but on the other, Xue Lu felt deep pity for her.
She was different from Jiayu. She didn't have an impressive family background or a wealthy life, but in love, she had always been lucky.
