"Brother Pat..." Hua Que Que seemed to have a lot to say, but when she called Angel, it was as if her thoughts were interrupted, and she opened her mouth, not knowing where to start.
Faced with Hua Que Que's hesitance, Angel took the initiative: "Popota doesn't have much time left?"
"...Yes."
"Is this why you insisted on meeting him via the Signal Tower?"
With lowered eyes, Hua Que Que gently nodded: "These past few days I've felt an emptiness in my heart. When I carefully searched for answers, I saw some images. Images of my brother—I know his time is short, and I just want to see him one last time, even if we don't speak, just to look at him is enough."
Although Angel had already suspected this in his heart, when Hua Que Que confirmed that Popota might soon face physical demise, he still felt somewhat emotional. He remembered Popota saying he could hold on for a year or two, but now, it hadn't even reached half a year.
