As the words fell, Jiang Yuzhu nodded.
They left together, with Jiang Yuzhu leading the way, holding the leash of her cat, while Pei Jingchuan followed behind, enjoying this rare leisure time.
The surrounding scenery looked especially tranquil and beautiful in the evening glow.
Walking along the quiet street, Jiang Yuzhu wore a slight melancholy expression, her eyes occasionally revealing deep thoughts.
Pei Jingchuan noticed her mood change and asked softly, "Yuzhu, what are you thinking? You seem troubled."
With a light sigh, Jiang Yuzhu gazed into the distance and shook her head slightly. "Just reflecting on life's unpredictability. Today at the hospital, I met a patient. She is a very successful professional woman, but unfortunately, she's been diagnosed with cancer. Looking at her, I can't help but ponder on the fragility of life."
Pei Jingchuan listened quietly to Jiang Yuzhu's words, reflecting deeply.