No one could have imagined that this farewell would come so swiftly.
Last night, Zheng Fengsheng fell ill.
This kind-hearted doctor, who saved countless lives, ultimately could not save himself. He hastily fell ill and, before sunrise, left this chaotic and noisy world.
He departed in such a hurry; perhaps it was because in such troubled times, there was nothing to linger for?
"My benefactor..."
"I feel so sad..."
Mi Yun stretched out his hand, wiping away the tears on his face. Before this diplomatic mission, he had never truly experienced "the sorrow of parting through life and death."
Now he understands.
Each meeting in this world should be cherished.
Unwittingly, the last farewell has become an eternal parting.
"..."
Xie Xuanyi gently patted the little guy's back.
Mi Yun was deeply saddened.
Wasn't he the same?
"Whoosh!"
The morning breeze blew through, damp and moist, mingled with a chill.
Flower petals danced in the air on the mountain.
