After Zhang Guanghang left, Qin Huai didn't enter the room right away. Instead, he stood outside, looking at Zhao Cheng'an with some concern. Seeing that Zhao Cheng'an showed no emotional fluctuation, he asked, "Zhao Cheng'an, are... you okay?"
"I'm fine. Shouldn't you be asking Zhang Guanghang?" Zhao Cheng'an replied, "Everyone dies. Xia Mubing lived more in one lifetime than I could in eight; he definitely died at a good old age. It's a happy death. If I live as long as he did, I could go back to being buried underground and wake up laughing."
Qin Huai: ...
Qin Huai quietly pushed the door and entered Xia Mubing's room.
Xia Mubing was sitting on the bed, wearing reading glasses and holding a stack of papers in his hand, looking as if he was reading documents.
Seeing Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an finally come in, Xia Mubing smiled kindly at the two, put down the documents, took off his glasses, and pointed to the two stools in front of him: "Sit."
