Meanwhile, Bai Qiu Li and Zhou Mo Yao, who had not received the news right away, were also racing toward North China.
Although Yi Tian had deliberately kept Zhou Mo Yao uninformed, word of the North China Army setting up a mourning hall had still spread.
Fang Xing and Fang Mo, who were in North China, had planned to call Zhou Mo Yao to offer their condolences. To their surprise, she knew nothing about it. Their words of comfort caught in their throats, and they hurriedly hung up...
"Something must have happened to my dad! They're hiding it from me!"
Sitting on the levitation train, Zhou Mo Yao bowed her head and covered her face, her body trembling slightly with grief.
Bai Qiu Li and Xiao Chao stayed beside her, one on either side. They exchanged a glance, at a loss for how to comfort her.
Zhou Mo Yao's grief-stricken voice began breaking with her trembling. "I... I should have known. With the nature of my dad's class... he must have had very little time left for ages..."
"But he... he didn't want me to worry. In front of me, he always... always acted like everything was normal."
"I should have known!"
"I should have spent more time with Dad..."
From behind her tightly covered face, Zhou Mo Yao let out fawnlike sobs, and even Bai Qiu Li felt a pang of sorrow watching her.
Just then, Zhou Mo Yao's phone rang. Bai Qiu Li picked it up for her and saw that Fang Xing was calling again:
"Listen to me. It looks like your dad really is fine..."
Uncharacteristically, Zhou Mo Yao shouted into the phone, "Enough! Stop hiding it from me!"
"I just want to see my dad one last time..."
"..."
Upon reaching the North China Army