“Master Li, the body of Xiurǎn…”
Tianxiao leader Háitáng stared at the white-haired old man examining the man’s body.
“There are no medical devices here, so I can’t perform a detailed examination. But based on initial estimates, I’m afraid he has at most a few more months.” Master Li shook his head and sighed.
“This…” Háitáng looked at Jì Xiūrǎn, finding it hard to imagine that this man was about to pass away.
“No matter.” A faint smile appeared on the pale face of the man. “I’ve gained enough.”
“In fact, Háitáng, you should know that Jì Huáng’s condition is already a miracle,” Master Li shook his head.
“Back then, I diagnosed Jì Huáng’s terminal illness and predicted he had at most two or three years left. His survival until now is entirely due to unimaginable willpower. However, the cost of this willpower is enduring pain beyond what an ordinary person can imagine every day,” Master Li sighed.
“Ha, I didn’t expect you, Master Li, to come in with Háitáng,” Jì Xiūrǎn smiled faintly.
“Master Li and I had tea together back then and inadvertently got involved in this situation. I can’t let that go,” Háitáng looked at Master Li.
“Háitáng, you shouldn’t worry about it. Catching or not catching, it makes no difference to me. I wonder how much longer these old bones of mine can roam this world. Turning into white bones sooner or later doesn’t matter,” Master Li said.
“Master Li… is there really no solution for Xiūrǎn’s illness?” Háitáng frowned.
Hearing this, Master Li remained silent for a moment and then shook his head, “For Jì Huáng, every day now is probably a struggle.”
“I can endure it, no need to worry,” Jì Xiūrǎn whispered to Háitáng.
“Jì Huáng, Háitáng, I’ll go outside and check the situation here.”
Master Li helped Jì Xiūrǎn put on his clothes and then left the cell.
The cells here were like furnishings, unlocked and accessible at will, serving as dwellings. The entire island was the real prison.
…
“Unimaginable willpower, Xiūrǎn, is it because of Wúyōu?”
After Master Li left, Háitáng looked at the man before him who always wore a smile.
Even though he knew his time was short, requiring daily consumption of a large amount of medicine and enduring pain unimaginable to others, he still wore a smile that exuded tremendous charm.
“Because of Wúyōu, it’s what kept you going until now. Since you haven’t found her, you’re not willing to give up,” Háitáng sighed.
Hearing this, Jì Xiūrǎn fell into silence.
“Why bother.”
After a long time, Háitáng looked at Jì Xiūrǎn, “You should understand Wúyōu better than I do.”
“And then?” Jì Xiūrǎn said.
“Back then, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness by Master Li… You intentionally distanced yourself from Wúyōu, someone you love so much, someone you consider as important as life itself. Why didn’t you tell her the truth? Why hurt her so much and make her stay away from you?” Háitáng said.
“Wúyōu…” Jì Xiūrǎn fell into contemplation, then said, “I only treated her like a younger sister.”
“You treated her like a younger sister?” Háitáng shook his head. “Now, you’ve even started deceiving yourself.”
Hearing Háitáng’s words, Jì Xiūrǎn smiled faintly and fell into silence.
“You know you don’t have much time left. That’s why you distanced yourself from her, to keep her away from you. You think I don’t understand? You didn’t want her to suffer, so you chose to bear the pain yourself. And last time, at the Shen family, you confronted Shura Lord head-on…”