Bang.
Once the door closed, Zhou Cheng instantly regained his usual composed expression.
"Kadath," he said in a hushed, deep voice, "you heard that, right?"
Daylight silently lowered his head, nervously staring at the large lump of plaster, speechless for a long time.
"Maybe you should just let this go," Zhou Cheng suggested, raising his hand, "With your condition, maybe it's time to just apply for retirement."
"What a joke," Daylight chuckled, retying his slightly messy ponytail, and looking up again, he said, "Today is my lucky day. I'm counting on this case to claw my way back."
"Daylight, I've never doubted your abilities. I knew from the first time I saw you in school, I just... worry you're running out of time..." Zhou Cheng looked at the plaster and sighed quietly, "I've inquired about your situation. You could die at any moment, three years at most."
"Then shouldn't I hurry up and live a glorious life?"
