The car continued moving forward at a slow pace, and the atmosphere inside was somewhat gloomy.
Catherine and the professor had known each other for more than ten years, and they were extremely close.
The professor was her teacher, her most reliable friend, and someone who took care of her in daily life, almost like family.
When the professor said she intended to stay, Catherine did not try to persuade her, because it was the professor's own choice.
But she still had to voice some of her thoughts.
"The New Railway only built routes within the Federation. That means once we separate, it will be very difficult for us to ever see each other again."
Catherine looked at the professor. The professor appeared very calm now and did not avoid the question. "Catherine, I understand what you mean, but think about it. I'm already sixty."
"In another ten years or so, I'll be over seventy. When that time comes, how many more years will I have left to live?"
"Maybe three to five years. Ten at most. That's my limit."
"So to me, whether I go to the Equator or not doesn't make much difference."
"Compared to dying in Nagaril, I'd rather lie down here!"
A faint smile appeared on Catherine's face. "I never knew you were such a traditional person!"
The professor had always shown a sense of fashion that kept pace with the times. No matter what new topic or novel thing came up, none of it was difficult for her.
She accepted new things very quickly. If one ignored her age and judged only by her behavior, she seemed like someone in her twenties or thirties.
The professor also smiled faintly. "My father, my mother, and my grandparents are all here. Where else could I go?"
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