Zhou Ran ultimately softened, because of maternal love.
"Where will you go after leaving here?" Zhou Ran asked quietly.
Xu Mengxi's mood had recovered a lot, but her gaze remained as hollow and powerless as ever: "I'll go to a distant place, where no one can find me, and wait for death."
Zhou Ran's heart trembled slightly, but she was helpless.
"Don't give up on yourself. When you get there, find a hospital; you still need to deal with your illness." Zhou Ran took out her wallet from her bag. "I didn't bring much cash, but here, take all of this."
Xu Mengxi shook her head. "I don't want it. I have nothing else to ask for; all I want is for Chaomu to be well."
"Take it. You'll need money for transportation and medication." Zhou Ran couldn't bear to watch her refuse.
Ah, this profound, eternal maternal love...
In the end, Xu Mengxi accepted Zhou Ran's money. She knew that, in the moment of being abandoned by everyone, this once-close friend still cared about her.
