Jiang Cheng shakes his head, feeling the pain in his throat and the agony in his chest - he feels on edge, sharply so, and he knows it is coming. He knows that he doesn't have much time left, he doesn't know how many days there are before it'll be ripped away from him, and he doesn't want to spend it dwelling or in agony. He wants to be okay, but there's no promise that he'll achieve that.

That he'll get it.

Letting his hands drop down to his lap, Jiang Cheng pushes himself a little to find his voice. It hurts, throat scratchy and sore, but he musters himself. What happens next is incredibly important and he can't stop himself from saying words that break his heart to muster.

"When I die," Jiang Cheng speaks, voice almost shaky, "you must take care of a-Ling. I know that Jin Guangyao will make sure he is raised well, that he has everything that he wants, but there are some things that man can't do for him. I want him to have good friends, I want him to be happy. If I am gone then I do not know what will happen to him."

Hearing his name, a-Ling lifts his head up, giggling a little as his uncle waves his hand.

"And you must make sure he gets Zidian in the future."