He gripped her hand tightly: "Alright, let's go for porridge then. I know a place that makes fish slice congee."
"Really? Take me there, take me there." She clung to his arm, laughing like a child, giving no indication that she was a cancer patient. He knew she was just forcing a cheerful facade, afraid he would worry and be sad.
After eating, the couple drove back to Jingshan. Gu Qili was now easily fatigued and had already fallen asleep on the way. Mu Shuoqian carried her to bed upon arriving home, tucking her in properly. Accidentally touching her emaciated arm, the feeling of skin and bones pained his heart deeply.
After settling Gu Qili, Mu Shuoqian picked up the phone and walked onto the balcony.
"Professor Luo, how's it going?"
Luo Shangqing had just finished a lecture, and the students were gradually leaving the classroom, each of them saying goodbye to him.
"Goodbye, Professor Luo."
"Goodbye, Professor Luo."
