Wen Rendong exhaled a puff of smoke.
His eyes lifted to see someone approaching, he took a few confirming glances, and was sure it was Lin Gantang.
As the figure drew closer, Wen Rendong called out to her, "Gantang."
Lin Gantang stopped in her tracks, "Uncle Wen."
"Looking for Yanqing, right? He's on the terrace."
Lin Gantang nodded and said okay, preparing to head over.
"There's something I'd like to talk to you about," Wen Rendong stopped her.
Lin Gantang stopped once more.
"Do you know why Yanqing's mood is so negative?" he asked.
Lin Gantang cast down her clear eyes, "Because of his injury."
"He hasn't told you yet, but his condition is getting worse," Wen Rendong looked down, watching his cigar burn away slowly, "I don't know what it will turn into. He didn't sleep well last night. Go and see him."
A thud echoed in Lin Gantang's heart.
"Hasn't he been taking his medication properly? The treatment prescribed by his doctor?" Lin Gantang asked.
