That night, Su Zizhan lay in bed until dawn, not having slept a wink.
Before leaving with An Shiliu, Qiuyue came to Su Zizhan's room to pack her belongings. Her eyes were red as she looked at him, and she almost burst into tears, "Young Master Zizhan, I will go to Nanjiang to look after Miss. Do you have any message for me to convey to her?"
Su Zizhan turned his head, his eyes rimmed with blood but his expression serenely calm. After a long silence, he said softly, "Tell her that I will take good care of my illness."
Unable to hold back her tears, Qiuyue's eyes brimmed over with tears and she nodded vigorously, unable to speak.
Standing behind Qiuyue, An Shiliu asked, "Young Master Zizhan, is there anything else?"
Su Zizhan pursed his lips and spoke softly, "Tell her not to worry about me, I will be alright."
An Shiliu's eyes too became wet, and he nodded just as emphatically.
