Her eyes reddened as she spoke, "My heart aches every time I think about it. If she could marry into our family, I would treat her as my own daughter. Plus, she has done a kindness for me before, I really hope to have the chance to repay her."
Zhang Jianjun patted his wife's shoulder, "I understand how you feel, but whether it can happen is not for us to decide. Maybe our sons already have someone they like, and Luo Qiao might not even like our son. All these possibilities exist.
We should not force others for the sake of what's best for them; we should let nature take its course. There are many ways you can make it up to Luo Qiao. She's now classmates with our daughter, you could send her some food, or daily necessities, and take more care of her—that's all possible."