When parents are around,
death feels distant.
When parents depart,
only then can one truly feel the approach of death.
"Ding dong..."
The doorbell rang.
"Come in!"
"Click..."
The door unlocked, and a graceful figure walked in.
"Erqiu?"
"Mm." Perhaps it was too late at night or the chill too heavy, but Guo Erqiu's face looked a bit pale. She looked at Fang Zheng and slowly spoke:
"Tomorrow I leave."
"I know." Fang Zheng nodded:
"I heard from our senior that you're going abroad?"
"Yes." Guo Erqiu replied:
"The reason I wanted to stay in the country was because Grandpa was here. Now that he's gone, there's no point in staying."
"I see..." Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged:
"Going out to see the world is good. You're still young, there are plenty of opportunities for you."
"Sigh..." Guo Erqiu took a deep breath and said:
"Besides this matter, there's something else."
