"I thought you wouldn't come."
Xu Qing looked at the person in front of him, whose face was as pale as gold paper and who was so thin that it was alarming. He couldn't connect this person with the spirited Zhu Emperor of the past.
Even the person who had fished with him by the river last time didn't have such a withered appearance.
"At the moment of parting with an old friend, wishing to see an old acquaintance one last time, how could I not come?"
Zhu Huai'an wanted to laugh out loud but couldn't catch his breath, so he forced a smile and said, "You came too early. If you had come later, I might have held onto this breath for a few more days."
Xu Qing pouted and said, "Are you complaining now? Even if I did come later, I have my ways to make you speak again."
"..."
Zhu Huai'an's heart was moved, just about to ask, when Xu Qing interrupted directly: