Gu Shaocheng nodded, crossed his legs, and casually flipped through a stack of documents on his knee, which were about the woman in front of him.
This woman was once a lover of Miyai in the past and had left him a long time ago after being diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease, now living in a small mountain village in Japan.
Back then, she adopted a child, who has now grown into an honest adult man. Over the years, he and his wife took great care of her with filial piety.
"I heard you wanted to talk to me in person?"
The woman's eyes, drained of energy, seemed to laugh wildly; if she could still laugh freely, Gu Shaocheng thought, she would surely have burst into loud laughter at this moment. Unfortunately, she couldn't control her facial muscles to laugh, but even so, it couldn't suppress her excited good mood.
"Good... good... good..."
The look of gratification in the woman's eyes was clearly visible to Gu Shaocheng.
"You did well!"
"Miyai, you... died... died well!"
