Lu Zhizhou has been seen as gentle and generous from childhood; it was truly difficult for her to break from this image now.
Lu Qingyi nodded, "Alright."
"Let's chat."
Lu Zhizhou handed the milk to Lu Qingyi and said with a gentle voice.
Lu Qingyi couldn't sleep, and truthfully, neither could she.
She hasn't slept for days, all because of He Chenguang. Although Lu Mojing didn't object to their relationship, he downright disallowed them from getting married.
To put it bluntly, Lu Mojing looked down on He Chenguang.
They chatted from the south to the north, about all sorts of things. The two sisters hadn't had such long conversations before, candidly sharing whatever came to their minds.
"Although your childhood was tough, I am envious. You had a grandmother who wholeheartedly cared for you."
Lu Zhizhou looked sideways at Lu Qingyi, her voice soft and gentle, but her smile slightly tinged with irony.
Night had fallen deeply, and Lu Qingyi had fallen asleep unconsciously.
