"What about the dean later?"
"Dead," Mo Shu paused slightly, her tone unchanged, "Cancer. She was afraid I'd spend too much money and didn't dare to tell me. By the time I found out, it was already at an advanced stage. She had undergone several surgeries, but her condition only worsened."
Mo Shu's tone was indifferent, simply recounting the events calmly.
However, the dimness and sadness in her eyes couldn't be concealed.
Mo Shu's movements were crisp, as she continued to sketch, as if the things she had just talked about were just fleeting clouds.
For some reason, Sao Zha felt a pang of heartache.
Looking at the drawing under her pen, Mo Shu's pencil tip pieced together the shape of an elk's head with the interlocking pieces of diamond shapes, simple and stylish. She quickly added diamonds to the design, creating a luxurious and enchanting look.
Sao Zha was extremely impressed and said, "No wonder you said you had your own way, it's not just bravado!"
