Seeing his sister in such a state, Zhu Shun's heart softened instantly. He let out a heavy sigh, lowered his tone, and said softly, "Big brother can help you for a while, but you still have a long life ahead. I often travel, and who knows if one day I will meet the same fate as A Yong? If you don't remarry, I'm afraid when I die, I won't be able to close my eyes in peace."
"Big brother, please don't say that, I..."
Hearing these words, Zhu Mei burst into tears.
When their parents passed away, Zhu Mei was only six years old. She was basically raised single-handedly by her brother Zhu Shun. Having depended on each other for so many years, how could she not understand her brother's feelings for her?
In the half year since her husband died, her big brother and sister-in-law would basically take turns bringing things to her house every few days. Despite her countless rejections, they continued to deliver without fail every few days.
