At this moment, a slender and strong hand firmly held her arm.
Sun Guixiang looked up in shock and met Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes that were so close to her.
The eyes behind the lenses remained calm, but the hand holding her arm carried an unquestionable, solid sense of strength.
His movements were gentle, as if he was just afraid that she would fall, but he effectively supported her weak body.
"Slow down." Ye Qingliu finally spoke. His voice was clear and low, like a cold spring in a mountain stream. Not much emotion could be heard in it, but it strangely made people feel at ease.
Sun Guixiang finally managed to stand steady with the help of this force. She looked at Ye Qingliu gratefully, her lips moving, but she didn't know what to say.
Ye Qingliu had already let go of his hand, as if the support he had just given was just a piece of cake.
Seeing the old man stand firmly, Ye Qingliu bent down and picked up the leather briefcase beside him.
He did not leave immediately. His gray-blue eyes fell again on the cloth bag that Sun Guixiang was holding tightly. When she subconsciously wanted to protect it again, his gaze calmly moved away and fell on her weather-frost face.
His voice remained cool and calm, yet with an indescribable penetrating power as he asked clearly, "Where do you live? Do you need... help calling a taxi?"
Sun Guixiang waved her hands quickly, forcing a bitter smile on her face: "No... don't bother! I live not far away, just in front... in the old city..."
She pointed in a direction and said, "We'll be there in a short walk. There's really no need..."
Ye Qingliu looked at the fatigue and fortitude she tried hard to hide in her eyes and did not insist any longer.
He nodded silently.
Sun Guixiang thanked him again: "Little friend, thank you so much... Thank you for the hot drink..."
She held the cloth bag, moved her feet, and prepared to leave.
"etc."
Ye Qingliu's voice sounded again.
Sun Guixiang stopped and turned around in confusion.
Ye Qingliu took out a pure white card from an inconspicuous compartment on the outside of the briefcase.
The card had no fancy decorations, only a simple silver logo printed on the front - an abstract nightingale with spread wings, and below it was a line of elegant gold-plated small words: [Ye's Charity Foundation].
On the back is a landline number and a private email address.
His movements were calm and solemn as he handed the card to Sun Guixiang.
Sun Guixiang was completely stunned when she saw this exquisite card that was so out of tune with her, her eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement.
Ye Qingliu looked at her blank expression, and there was no impatience in his gray-blue eyes.
He explained patiently in a clear and calm tone: "This is the contact information of the Ye Charity Foundation." His voice was not loud, but it carried a convincing and steady power.
"If ... you or your family are having difficulties with medical care or other matters and need help, you can contact them."
He paused, then added, "They will conduct an assessment and provide whatever assistance they can."
He did not say anything sensational, did not make any promises, but simply calmly stated a fact, a possible way to help based on rules and assessments.
His eyes were frank and clear, without any hint of charity, as if he was simply providing information to solve the problem.
Sun Guixiang looked at the card, then at the boy's cold and serious face, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a warm hand!
The surging warmth and huge sourness that I felt in the noodle shop in the afternoon came over me again, even more violently than before!
Medical... assistance...
The cloth bag in her arms, and the bill that was as hard as a branding iron, was now pressed tightly against her chest!
Advanced lung cancer, Xiao Shitou...these heavy, suffocating words suddenly rushed into her mind!
What did he see in this young man he had just met? How could he...?
The huge shock, the incredible ecstasy, and the deeper shame and sadness of being seen through made Sun Guixiang tremble violently all over, and tears burst out like a flood!
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only hold the thin card tightly, as if holding a ray of light that suddenly appeared in the darkness!
The silver Nightingale logo on the card was blurred and clear in the tears.
Ye Qingliu looked at the old man's tears that suddenly collapsed and his violently trembling body. The layer of ice in the depths of his gray-blue eyes seemed to melt quietly.
He asked nothing, said nothing, just stood there quietly, like a silent mountain, silently enduring the old man's surging emotional torrent.
The cold wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground.
The warm yellow light of the cafe cast the young man's cool and upright figure and the old man's hunched and trembling figure on the cold ground, stretching them very long.
Sun Guixiang cried for a long time, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances, despair and the huge hope that suddenly caught her off guard at this moment.
Until she was exhausted from crying, she wiped her face with her sleeves, choked with sobs, and bent down deeply to Ye Qingliu, her gray hair trembling in the cold wind.
"Thank you...thank you...thank you..." Her voice was hoarse and broken, filled with unspeakable gratitude.
Ye Qingliu turned slightly to avoid her bow, and his clear voice sounded particularly clear in the cold night: "Take care." Only two words, but they weighed more than a thousand pounds.
Sun Guixiang stood up, tightly grasping the life-saving card, and carefully put it into the innermost layer of her cloth pocket, next to the payment slip, as if offering it to a god.
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