As her fingertips touched the image of Li Jing on her phone screen, Zhang Xinxin's eyes gradually softened and became resolute, as if drawing strength from these precious moments.
She clutched the phone to her chest, allowing memories to surge in her heart, and slowly drifted into sleep amidst the intertwining of longing and hope.
...
After leaving the hospital, Li Jing and An Tong drove home.
On the road, soft music played from the car radio. Li Jing glanced at An Tong, who was focused on driving, and spoke:
"I'll handle the medical expenses from now on, including the hundreds of thousands you lent to Zhang Xinxin. I'll repay you on her behalf. You two don't earn much as it is; don't let this illness drain everything you have."
An Tong's fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel and, with a surprised look, she quickly declined:
"No, it's fine.
I still have some savings left, and Xinxin's future expenses will probably be significant, probably in the millions.
