"Don't talk nonsense!" Mo Yan gently patted her friend and, seeing her sister's frightened face, chided, "Xin Er is still here. You're scaring her with all your wild talk!"
Xin Er indeed felt scared. A twelve-year-old girl, her understanding of love was just beginning to form. Seeing how well her sister and new brother-in-law got along, as if they couldn't wait to get married and be together, she'd always thought that marriage was a wonderful thing. But upon hearing Miss Liu's shocking opinions, which seemed to make sense, she found herself unable to determine if marriage was good or bad, feeling utterly lost for a moment.
Seeing her state, Mo Yan quickly took her sister's hand, sat her down, and consoled, "Don't listen to Miss Liu's nonsense. You are still young, just let it go for now. When you grow up and have your own thoughts and judgment, you'll understand what's true. Don't fixate on this now, alright?"
