"I appreciate your loyalty," Gu Chengrui said with a hesitant sigh. "You're getting older, and traveling wouldn't be ideal for you. Besides, the residence needs someone to look after it in our absence."
Niu Fugui's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Then I shall await your return," he replied dejectedly.
Later that night, while tidying up his books in the study, Gu Chengrui was struck by a sudden tightness in his chest. A violent coughing fit ensued, culminating in a bloody expulsion from his mouth.
Staring at the crimson stain on his hand, he froze for a moment before uttering, "I hope I can hold on until we set sail."
The door creaked open abruptly, revealing Gu Chenglin standing on the other side. Gu Chengrui swiftly concealed the bloodstained hand behind his back.
