The Swift Wu Yue
Editor: Henyee Translations
Hearing these words from her friend sounded different from when they came from her parents. Even though the meaning was the same, the feeling was different. This was a heart-to-heart talk between peers. It could promote deeper communication between friends.
An Jiaxin, who had her eyes closed, nodded. "Yes, I know. Wu Yue told my parents that he won't be retiring for a while. He said that he won't have much time to accompany me. He can't visit his relatives often, but he'll definitely come back to accompany me during the holidays.
"At that time, that fool wanted to say that he might only be able to come home only once every year or two. But I stepped on his foot under the table so that he could shut up. If he really said it, no matter how satisfied my mother was with him, she'd become dissatisfied.