"Aging, illness, death, these are the common lot of humankind, Grandpa should try to accept it." Other than saying this, Su Yanyi didn't know how else to comfort the somber Old Master Su.
"Yes, I understand that, of course," sighed Old Master Su, his expression sorrowful. "But seeing an old buddy tormented by illness, I just can't reconcile with it. He is a companion with whom I've battled through life, one who has faced all kinds of storms with me. In the past, we would have dared to attack the enemy with just a stone, and now, to be defeated by cancer—it's just unbearable. Moreover, it seems like these illnesses are becoming more and more common, and I don't understand why. It's as if some misdeed has manifested." His words carried the weight of the storms they had weathered, a pride that once felt impenetrable, yet now he recognized that they were not immune to the passage of time; an illness nearly claimed his old friend's life.
