Upon hearing Lu Xi'an's words, Yao Wei felt a warm sensation in her heart.
She suddenly felt as if she had returned to the past.
When she was little, her mother was the same, always prioritizing her care by any means possible, even considering stopping while traveling.
She unintentionally glanced at Lu Xi'an, and then saw Lu Xi'an curling the corners of his mouth into a smile, saying, "What, feeling touched?"
"What dare move?"
Yao Wei didn't quite understand this term; when she was young, her mother didn't use this term, and as she grew older, walking and living alone, she never encountered it.
So she replied, "I've always dared to move, no matter how much it hurts."
She seemed to understand Lu Xi'an's meaning and continued, "Then let's go, I'm fine. I've been walking like this all along. Just endure the pain when it comes; I'm used to it."
But for some reason, as she said these words, she felt a slight discomfort in her heart.
After all, Lu Xi'an wasn't her mother...
