The food's pretty good, but Fan Tianhua is still upset about her white jacket. "This is the first time I've ever worn white—I'd been saving it for New Year's! Seriously, it's my first time, I didn't even get to cut off the tag and now it's so dirty. I wonder if it'll ever come clean."
"If it doesn't, just have Brother Tianyu buy you another one." Zhenzhen said.
"Even if you have money, you can't just waste it like that. It's a perfectly good jacket gone to waste."
"It won't be wasted. If Auntie washes it, she'll definitely get it clean." Middle-aged women have their own wisdom; stains, grease, whatever—it always comes out in their hands.
Now that she thought about it, it was true, and Fan Tianhua relaxed. "Alright, I'll stop stressing for now."
...
Things weren't so relaxed for the group in the hospital. A few days after being discharged, Mei Mengfei was back in the ER.
Even though the couple was already used to this routine, their hearts still clenched with worry.
