"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't make that face."
"Sister Ai'er, has my spiritual condition gotten much worse recently?" Fang Ping asked, his voice laced with worry.
Mrs. Ai'er: ...
"Have you been drinking your Spirit Nourishing Liquid recently? How many times a day? Have you been piloting mecha with the others, or doing holographic mecha PKs?"
"Th-that's impossible to avoid," Fang Ping said. "In the entire retirement group, besides Old Iron, no one can manage that."
"Don't change the subject. Has my condition gotten a lot worse?"
Fang Ping was on edge.
Mrs. Ai'er sighed.
Fang Ping's heart pounded even harder.
"No, just a little." Mrs. Ai'er had said this countless times. "You're all getting old. As you age, your physical condition will naturally decline."
And because you pushed past your limits and sustained more injuries when you were young, you degenerate much faster than ordinary people.
