Zhao Qing had said similar things before, and now no one knew where she was.
"Since you've already made your decision, I have no right to interfere, so I wish you a smooth journey."
Song Xin had been under observation at the hospital for half a day, and all her health indicators were trending normal.
There was no need for Zhang Hao to continue staying by her side, because their relationship had become inexplicably awkward no matter what.
As she was about to leave the hospital, Song Xin hugged Zhang Hao, resting her chin on his shoulder, and said, "This hug, I'm afraid I won't be able to hug you like this ever again."
Zhang Hao didn't say much, just gave a symbolic hug back.
After they parted ways, Song Xin left decisively, disappearing from his sight.
Zhang Hao's phone buzzed twice.
It was a WeChat message from Song Xin, returning the three thousand yuan she had borrowed, along with the medical expenses Zhang Hao had advanced today.
