The future.
Jiang Shu had only four days left, and Liu Tingruo's face was already lined with wrinkles, as if she had aged forty years in just four days.
It was not only her appearance that had aged, but she could clearly feel her body's functions rapidly deteriorating. She could hardly support herself walking now and had to sit in an electric wheelchair.
"Sister, your health is very poor now. You could... at any time," a large-headed robot said in a gentle tone as it pushed her wheelchair from behind, having learned to speak in such a considerate manner after accompanying Liu Tingruo for decades.
"I know. I just want to have one last look at this city," Liu Tingruo said with a smile, though weariness permeated her expression.
Shu Bao nodded its large head, pushing the wheelchair onto the street, "Don't worry, I'll accompany you. The necessary Black Silver has been prepared."
