Wu Lan was truly grateful to Bai Zhi, her eyes even sparkled with gratitude.
Often, true gratitude is hard to express; a thousand words might come to your lips but only reduce to two words in the end, "thank you."
Those two words, only she knew their weight.
"Auntie, actually, it’s been Wu Wa who’s always been there for me, giving me courage."
Perhaps Wu Wa herself didn’t realize it, but her smile had a kind of magic that could make one forget many troubles.
It made her feel that just one glance could calm the soul.
"I know what Wu Wa is like: careless with her words, acting as if she knows everything when she really doesn’t master anything, it worries me to pieces.
I’m always worried about what she would do if I were no longer around, who could be as tolerant of her as I am.
I don’t believe a man could do that, so I just hope she can get a little better, even better, so that she can take good care of herself even without me."
So she had always been strict with Wu Wa, even stern.
She was afraid that if she didn’t put on a stern face, she would not have the heart to be strict with her.
"Later, when she met you, I saw her so happy for the first time, as she ran over to tell me she had given away her bracelet.
I knew your grandfather, so I asked you to take care of her for me, which is pretty selfish in hindsight. I’m sorry I even made a child like you look after her. But I had no other choice."
If there had been any other way, how could she have let Wu Wa leave her? But the problems in the village were becoming more and more serious, and a decision had to be made.
"Auntie, Wu Wa is doing well; she can take care of herself."
When Bai Zhi looked up, she saw the tears in Wu Lan’s eyes, the kind of sadness that came with reluctance but necessity.
Her love for Wu Wa was so restrained yet so intense.
She was actually a bit envious.
Ye Xiu’s love seemed intense, but she herself didn’t know whether guilt or love weighed more.
Or maybe her sense of so-called fairness made her divide her love into three equal parts, thinking she had to be fair.
But is that really what love is?
Bai Zhi didn’t know; anyway, she saw Ye Xiu’s deliberate fairness upset her, Bai Yu resent it even more, but she didn’t care.
"Auntie, I want to ask a question: do you love Wu Wa more, or do you love Wu La more?"
At this moment, Bai Zhi really wanted to understand the answer to this question: can love truly be divided into two equal parts?
"Why would you ask that?"
Wu Lan was a bit surprised, but when she saw the hurt and confusion in Bai Zhi’s eyes, she took Bai Zhi’s hand.
"Ah Zhi, Wu Wa calls you that, so I’ll call you that too. Love cannot be divided.
I love Wu Wa wholeheartedly, and I love my Wu La just the same. There’s no such thing as having to be fair.
Wu Wa is noisy and boisterous, while Wu La is a bit too sensible for his own good, and it troubles me.
They like different things, their thoughts are different, naturally what I do for them isn’t the same. If I force them to be the same, then it wouldn’t be what they want, right?
Wu La likes mechanisms, Wu Wa isn’t fond of formations; how could I force Wu Wa to learn?
What Wu Wa likes, Wu La doesn’t care for, I can’t force Wu La either.
Love isn’t about doing something on purpose, it’s about understanding what they need."