"Sure, then tomorrow I'll see you off."
Yan Zhan smiled, shook his head, and spoke with a cool tone, "No need, I hate farewells the most—it's so melodramatic."
Is that so?
Furrowing his brows, Zhan Se asked, "Then... when will you come back?"
His face still bore a smile, but the gloom in his eyes seemed to deepen, "It depends on the treatment. I'll come back sooner or later."
After a long silence, Zhan Se, seeing he wasn't avoiding the subject, faintly uttered a sound of acknowledgment.
"Well then, take good care of yourself. When I have time, I will come visit you."
"Alright!"
Yan Zhan smiled gently, seeming relaxed. Yet, Zhan Se could tell his smile was forced, and his mood not as sunny as it appeared.
Honestly, his life had never been easy.
