I've said what I can say, and I've done what I can do. Old Xu believes he has helped Li Huiru to the best of his ability. He can fully understand the madness she shows.
After all, if he were in her position, facing that unknown past, he might not be able to remain calm either.
"Alright, it's still early. Take some time alone to calm down. I'll arrange for someone to fill up your car with fuel," Old Xu gently closed the door, leaving Li Huiru alone in the room, frozen. He wasn't worried about her committing suicide; perhaps, if that happened, it would be a happy ending for both.
After all, anyone with a bit of sense can foresee the kind of encounters she'll face on this trip.
In a post-apocalyptic world, for Survivors with weak abilities, especially those lazy women who usually only rely on others without knowing how to contribute, sometimes death is a kind of release. Otherwise, even if they barely survive, they're just a backup feast for Zombies.
