NovelAppHis days were numbered? Jiang Ning felt his heart sink.
"Thanks, you may go back and rest." He sent the doctor away and stood in a daze at the door. After a long time, Jiang Ning took a deep breath and walked into the room.
It was hard to imagine how the virtually invincible and undefeatable Peter Pan from three years ago had becso frail that he was just lying weakly on the bed now.
"Tsk, I'm not dead yet. What's with that expression on your face?" snapped Peter Pan when he saw the look on Jiang Ning's face.
He struggled to sit up, to find that his arms weren't strong enough. The expression on his own face slowly turned grim as a look of disappointment and helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You feel it now?" Jiang Ning laughed bitterly. "You've got to admit that you're growing old now." Peter Pan didn't say anything.
He just lay there and closed his eyes, as if he was slowly taking in the changes in his body.
"Oh dear." He finally opened his eyes again after a long while. The disappointment in his eyes were apparent, and there was sself-deprecation in them too. Tve really grown old." "So I've already reached the limit." He gently shook his head. "What a pity, what a pity. I'm not able to wait until my disciple has grown up and teach her everything that I know. What a pity." Jiang Yao was only three, and she could start learning smartial arts already, but Peter Pan refused to teach her anything because he felt bad for making a tiny little girl go through so much hardship. When she was a baby, he had confidently declared that once Jiang Yao could start walking, he would teach her martial arts.
But she was already three and he was still so indulgent towards her.
He refused to let Jiang Yao do any basic martial arts, and didn't even let her do anything that seemed remotely tiring or anything that would hurt her. Even if she accidentally hit a stone, Peter Pan would turn that stone to powder.
Jiang Ning could tell that even if Jiang Yao grew old enough, Peter Pan would never force her to do anything. If Jiang Yao didn't want to learn martial arts, Peter Pan would never bear to let her suffer at all. "How much more tdo you have?" asked Jiang Ning.
This was a question that only Peter Pan knew the answer to.
"Cto think of it, I'm already 200 odd years old, so I've really lived long enough," said Peter Pan. "My body is degenerating and my energy is draining quickly. I guess I might be able to hold out for a maximum of six months." He sighed helplessly at this.
"I won't be able to be with Jiang Yao for too long." Peter Pan wasn't afraid to die, and wasn't bothered by it at all. He had lived a good life and had enjoyed his fair share of glory. He didn't care, about status or anything like that: he wasn't bent on taking revenge for how Greedy Wolf had nearly done him in, he would have just lived life to its fullest and pass away in peace.
At that time, he didn't have a care in the world. Whether he lived or died didn't matter. But now, he had people he cared about.
It was so hard to leave now.
Jiang Ning didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say.
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Half a year was a long tto Peter Pan in this state, but Jiang Yao was still so young. Jiang Ning felt a little upset that his/daughter had to go through such a painful parting at such a young age. "Master! Master!" Jiang Yao's childlike voice cfrom outside the door.
She crunning in with bloodshot eyes sprawled herself against the bed. She had clearly cried for a long time. Peter Pan's heart broke when Peterpa he saw how badly she was crying and quickly struggled to sit up and stroke Jiang Yao's little head. "My goodness, Yaoyao, don't cry anymore. Master isn't dead, so why are you crying? Con, you two, don't pull a long face! I'm not going to die!" He glanced at Jiang Ning and hoped that Jiang Ning would cooperate and not upset Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao turned to look at Jiang Ning, so he nodded and said, "That's right. Your Master is fine, he just fainted from being too hungry." He just randomly found sreason to pacify her.
e A three year old might not be good at expressing themselves, but they were usually smart and could understand sthings. Even though the little girl didn't truly understand what death meant, she knew that it meant someone was going to leave. It meant that she would not be able to see this person again.
"I want Master!" Jiang Yao pouted and her voice cracked as she held Peter Pan's hand tightly. Her large tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt sadder and sadder inside, and cried harder and harder.
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