"Hmm, let's not tell Mom and Dad about your uncle leaving for a bit, okay?" Gong Wuyou didn't want Chu Molin and the others to know he already knew about his situation.
"Then uncle has to promise Yu Ze one thing, okay?" Yu Ze began stating his own terms.
"What is it?" Gong Wuyou suddenly wondered if he had misunderstood something. Did this child have many masks?
"Uncle, don't contemplate giving up your life. The things you don't care about are what many people wish for but can't get, so you need to cherish them." Yu Ze was initially someone who didn't care but now wanted to cherish and treasure.
"Alright, I promise you." Gong Wuyou felt a feeling he couldn't describe, sour and tearful. No one had ever said something like this to him, or asked him what he wanted or cared for. He didn't expect such words from this little one.
"Let's hook pinkies." Yu Ze held out his small hand, bending his little finger in front of Gong Wuyou.
