"I can only practice Martial Arts and spend his money; I'm useless at everything else," Gong Juese whispered again. "He's always been the one sacrificing for me. A slight temper from me, and he'd humor my every wish. I don't know what I can do for him in the time he has left, apart from making Fulan flower cakes for him to eat; I truly can't think of anything else I could do…"
It was clear to her that since her brother had contracted the plague, he must be near death.
An Jing understood the deep meaning in Gong Juese's words but did not know how to comfort her, because she felt the same way.
Gong Juese did not say anything more but silently picked Fulan flower petals.
Usually, Gong Juese was the most boisterous one, but now…
An Jing also said nothing further, just quietly helped Gong Juese pluck all the petals from the Fulan flowers and put them in a basin.
