After Sie Yufei fled the hospital ward, his long-suppressed tears began to fall.
A man doesn't easily shed tears, only because his heart hasn't been broken yet.
He didn't need to ask the doctor about the specifics of Guan Manling's illness, because some things cannot be hidden.
Her haggard appearance, her thin frame.
It all seemed to be telling him that she was about to say goodbye to him.
Sie Yufei leaned against the wall, covering his face, with his tears stopped by his palms.
Devoted to materialism, he implored deities and Buddha across the skies, seeking a miracle.
The gods and Buddha did not respond; only his powerless cries echoed in his mind.
After a while, he slowly lowered his hand.
A handkerchief appeared before him.
Old Wu had returned at some point, without a word, silently handed him a handkerchief.
"Thank you."
Sie Yufei whispered his thanks and took the handkerchief to wipe his tears.
Old Wu was silent for a moment and said, "Let me treat you to a meal."
