Snow Buries the Artist
He looked tired, Yujia thought. Her master, who she knew to be so spirited and lively, appeared exhausted, lying in that bed, eyes barely open. Was this really just the cruel work of disease? Or had time finally caught up to him?
Though he looked weary, simultaneously, there was a certain degree of calmness to his exhaustion. He almost looked at peace.
At this very moment, Yujia found herself at a loss for words. The words failed her, so much that her mouth was refusing to open and speak a single thing.
In response to her silence, her master continued, "He told you, didn't he?"
The physician bowed his head. Yujia managed a nod.
Her master closed his eyes. A deep sigh escaped from him. "My time will eventually come to an end, but right now is too early. I don't plan on going anytime soon."
"But—" she whispered out.