Fu Zhi stood in front of Lu Yumo, shielding him from the onslaught of the scorching hot sun.
She looked at the young man that sat in her shadow and fell into thought. She was searching her memory for the conversation between the couple. She remembered what the boy had said to comfort his girlfriend. "Oh, please don't cry, my dear Ruirui. My heart bleeds whenever you cry."
Fu Zhi decided to say the same. She opened her mouth and began talking, her voice emotionless and mechanical. "Oh, please don't cry, my dear Momo. You'll go blind if you cry too much."
The girl did not answer the boy, and neither did Lu Yumo.
Each problem had its own solution. Fu Zhi felt that she was on the right track. She had a good memory, so she recalled the second thing the boy had said. "Ruirui, you're the best. He doesn't deserve you, and I promise that I'll stand by you for the rest of your life!"
