Chapter 397
So Su Lu really didn’t know what to say, and besides, matters of the heart have always been such, like drinking water—only the drinker knows whether it’s cold or warm.
Others’ words are useless, and too much talk is just empty comfort.
It’s like the situation between her and Bo Jingshen—if others only know a part of the story, not understanding the complexity, then they would just think she’s spineless, too weak, willing to give him another chance after being hurt so badly.
To outsiders, it might seem like handing the executioner a knife, letting him hurt her again.
But love doesn’t have a standard to measure by, no units to weigh it with. It’s not like I love you a pound and you only love me eight ounces, so I’m not worth it.
Worth is only seen in the eyes of others—whether he owes you or you owe him.
But for those who truly love each other, destined to entangle throughout life and can’t let go, how much is too much and who owes whom doesn’t matter in the end; they still want to be together. So the wrangling continues, and in the end, they can’t let go, and that who owes whom is just an outsider’s view of debt.
Su Lu didn’t know how to inquire about the situation between Jing Qiao and Song Boyuan, nor did she know how to comfort her, especially since they weren’t very close.
So she could only silently eat her rice noodles, grateful that the clay pot rice noodles were indeed delicious.
Su Lu was nearly moved, particularly the next morning when she got up, planning to stick to her routine: exercise in the morning and casually buy some breakfast to share with Zhao Xiaole.