A thin line was pressed against the windowsill, and a cool breeze slipped in through the crack. Song Qingyou got up and closed the window tightly, then turned to look at Xu Qingran: "If you don't want money, I'll help you hire a caregiver to take care of you until you're discharged from the hospital."

Xu Qingran really didn't understand why she insisted on getting something from her. Did she think that he saved her just to get some reward?

Xu Qingran felt a little sad. They should have been sisters, so why did they become so estranged?

That's what she thought, and that's what she said.

"We share the same blood, you are my sister, why..."

Song Qingyou interrupted her with amusement: "Sister? You mean the sister you haven't seen for more than ten or twenty years?"

Xu Qingran was speechless for a moment.

Song Qingyou's expression was indifferent, and she treated Xu Qingran as if she were a stranger: "You saved me, and I am very grateful, but I don't want to owe you anything. So, you can choose to give me money or hire someone to take care of you."

Xu Qingran's pupils contracted, and her eyes reddened again. She crawled out from under the covers, as if she had made a huge decision: "I don't want money or a caregiver. If you insist on making me choose, then go see Mom. Her health is getting worse and worse. Are you really planning to never see her again?"

Song Qingyou frowned slightly, probably not expecting Xu Qingran to make this request.

The longer she remained silent, the more panicked Xu Qingran became.

I don't know how much time passed; it could have been a second, or it could have been a century.

Song Qingyou finally spoke: "Okay."

"What?" Xu Qingran was suddenly stunned, seemingly not expecting Song Qingyou to agree so readily.

Song Qingyou said, "Contact me once you've confirmed the time. I'm leaving now. You should get some rest."

Song Qingyou didn't give Xu Qingran another chance to speak and turned to leave the ward.

Xu Qingran, standing behind him, was stunned for a long time before finally breaking into a smile.

Outside the hospital gate.

As soon as Fu Wenzhou parked his car, he saw Song Qingyou come out. He hurriedly went to greet her, put his arm around her, and said in an urgent tone that he himself did not realize: "From now on, let Fu Bei handle these kinds of things. You don't need to come here personally."

Song Qingyou smiled and said, "After all, she came to save me, so it's only right and proper that I come."

Fu Wenzhou frowned and asked, "Has that Li Yuan been dealt with?"

"Okay," Song Qingyou said, "Jiang Xun will handle it."

Fu Wenzhou helped her into the car, then walked around to the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

Song Qingyou noticed that he was wearing casual shoes and no coat, which showed that he had left in a hurry.

Her gaze shifted to Fu Wenzhou's face: "You didn't even wear a coat when you came out. It's still chilly at night."

Fu Wenzhou replied nonchalantly, "I have a fever, it's nothing. What did Xu Qingran say?"

After a moment of silence, Song Qingyou said, "She doesn't want the money I offer, and she doesn't want a caregiver either."

"Then what does she want?" Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and said, "Could it be that she wants to repair your relationship with Song Ning and reunite the family?"

Song Qingyou: "...You guessed right."

Fu Wenzhou chuckled, his voice low and cold: "You've got a big face."

"Huh?" Song Qingyou didn't hear clearly.

Fu Wenzhou said, "On what grounds does she ask you to meet with Song Ning and reconcile with her? You were the one who suffered when you were young, not her. What gives her the right to make these demands?"

Song Qingyou chuckled and coughed lightly, saying, "That's what I was thinking too."

Fu Wenzhou reached out and pinched Song Qingyou's cheek: "Did you agree?"

He pinched Song Qingyou's cheeks, making them look soft and plump. As she nodded, she bounced slightly. "I agreed. I was planning to find Song Ning to ask her about it anyway. We were going to meet sooner or later."

That's true.

Fu Wenzhou let go of her hand, but reluctantly stroked her face a couple more times before finally stopping.

The phone rang, and Song Qingyou glanced at it; it was Yan Miao calling.

"Seconds."

As soon as the call connected and she heard Song Qingyou's voice, Yan Miao hurriedly asked, "Qingyou, how are you? Is that person seriously injured?"

Song Qingyou said she was fine, and then told Yan Miao about Xu Qingran's situation.

After hearing this, Yan Miao said, "I've already told my brother, and he won't let Li Yuan off the hook. I'm sorry, Qingyou, it's all my fault for misjudging people. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here..."

Song Qingyou said softly, "Don't say that. It's Li Yuan's problem, it has nothing to do with you."

Yan Miao burst into tears on the phone, and Song Qingyou quietly stayed with her.

It wasn't until much later, when the car stopped in front of Yalin Villa, that Yan Miao finally hung up the phone, still sobbing.