Shen Che's aunt was one of his few remaining relatives. After learning about his situation with Lin Zhou, she made a special trip from her hometown.
The aunt asked to meet Lin Zhou alone and gave her a bank card.
"My dear, there's a hundred thousand yuan in here. It's a little something from your uncle and me. Please take it for Xiao Che's treatment."
Lin Zhou quickly refused.
The aunt held her hand, her eyes red. "Good child, we know everything. It's been hard on you, and on Xiao Che. I don't ask for anything else, just for the two of you to be well. But..."
The aunt's tone shifted, filled with worry. "Xiao Che's illness... no one knows what the future holds. You're still young. Are you sure about this? Don't ruin your own life out of a moment of pity."
Lin Zhou knew her aunt meant well.
She looked at the aunt with determination and said, "Auntie, please don't worry. This isn't a moment of pity. I truly love him. No matter what the future holds, I will be with him. We've already missed three years; we can't miss a lifetime."
Her resolve moved the aunt.
The aunt eventually took the card back but held her hand tightly. "Good child, I believe you. From now on, I'm entrusting Xiao Che to you."
A love acknowledged by family felt even stronger.