"I've seen your wedding photos—they're beautiful!" Xiaojia nodded. "In my village, we have our own traditional wedding attire, mostly colorful. I think, since Niu Rang loves seeing me in white dresses, if I wore the kind of wedding gown you mentioned for the ceremony, he would absolutely adore it, wouldn't he?"
He Zhilan was stunned upon hearing this.
"Xiaojia, Niu Rang is no longer here. You need to move on from Niu Rang's world. You can't keep living your life for Niu Rang, always doing the things he liked. You're marrying Niu Li—and that's not fair to him. He loves you, and even though he knows Niu Rang is still in your heart, he's still willing to marry you. That is the biggest act of tolerance he can show you."
Love offered unconditionally cannot last forever—it has its limits, and one day, even endless giving will come to an end. He Zhilan was truly worried about Xiaojia marrying Niu Li like this. Their marriage might eventually hit a wall.
