"She's doing well, very happy now."
Qing Nu listened and responded firmly.
"Is that so, that's good, that's good..."
Gu Changfeng nodded with great joy upon hearing this, but soon he sensed something amiss. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Qing Nu beside the wheelchair.
"How do you know this?"
Qing Nu, upon hearing this, reached behind her ear and removed the mask from her face.
The face, though mature, had changed very little, causing Gu Changfeng's eyes to widen in excitement. He breathed heavily and struggled to rise from the wheelchair.
"Teacher, I've come to see you off on your final journey."
Qing Nu reached out her hand and held Gu Changfeng's trembling, skeletal right hand, holding back her tears as she spoke.
"How... are you here?"
Gu Changfeng's breathing grew weaker, but his face appeared more at ease as he looked at Qing Nu with a gratified expression and asked.
