Holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it, Gao Yang sighed, downed the wine in one gulp, and said with a light sigh, "Too tired."
Morgan just took a sip of the wine, put down the glass, and smiled, "As a young person, those words shouldn't come from your mouth, Gao."
Gao Yang forced a few laughs, looked at Morgan a bit nervously, and said, "Your health..."
Morgan gently waved his fingers and smiled, "It's fine, I won't die in three to five years, but this feeling of knowing the end of one's life is really unpleasant, really unpleasant."
Gao Yang sighed. Ever since learning Morgan had cancer, even though it wasn't the swiftly terminal kind, and Morgan indeed had inexhaustible financial resources to sustain his life, he still couldn't come to terms with the fact. Thus, every meeting with Morgan left him feeling down.
Morgan immediately changed the topic and smiled, "Have you really decided to retire?"
Gao Yang nodded resolutely and said, "Retire! Truly retire!"
