Having been ordered to stay at home, Tang Feng sat in Lu Tian Chen’s beautiful garden sipping on a cup of afternoon tea. While doing so, he read through some international news on the tablet. Some time had already passed since he had “died,” and news about him was gradually diminishing.
He didn’t mind what strangers thought of him, as those people never made an effort to understand him. However, he was very concerned about his friends. His sudden departure had deeply hurt some of them. Reading through their remembrances and words of grief seemed to take Tang Feng back to when he still had heart disease. The ache in his heart was as strong and vivid as before.
“Michael Gino?” Among the many articles, Tang Feng suddenly found that the people who were grieving over his death also included the guy who was so at odds with him before.
The world lost a talented artist, and I lost an important friend.