Song Zhen pulled Gu Xinzhou into his arms.
She stood while he sat, the two embraced for a long time.
Time seemed like fireworks spreading from the heart's tip, intertwining threads that nourished each other—it's caring, it's nurturing, it's respect, it's deep affection.
Song Zhen and his wife came out of the room; in the suite's living room, everyone had received the good news, engaged in cheerful conversation.
Song Zhen said warmly, "Since Shiqing's condition has stabilized, I will make a trip to the hospital to meet with the doctors who have rushed here from all directions and have a talk. Shiqing will be transferred back to city B by ambulance, and we should head back too."
Lu Xunzhi nodded slightly.
He was just thinking about discussing this matter with Song Zhen.
