"Wen Qiu, what's happened to you?"
Qian Fuchen took a long while to come back to his senses, staring astonishingly at his most trusted subordinate before him.
"I'm alright, it's just a minor injury. Mr. Qian, I have come today to bid you farewell."
Uncle Qiu's gaze held complexity as he looked at his benefactor, Qian Fuchen, who had been so ravaged by illness that he was extremely frail, almost as if a single gust of wind could knock him over. A deep sense of guilt surged within Uncle Qiu. If it hadn't been for the encounter with the instructor's friend, he would have stayed by his side to accompany him through the last journey of his life no matter what.
