On the day of the transfer back, Yuan Zixu and Dai Yeye personally went to the airport to pick up the arrivals.
Chang Xuyu leaned against Yi Zhuo's arms, having just woken up not long ago. When he carried her back into the wheelchair, her frail body shrank into the oversized hospital gown, with a retention needle still in her hand.
Seeing her long-lost friends and acquaintances, although she had little strength, she was still very happy.
She met Yuan Zixu's red-rimmed eyes and curled her lips slightly: "What are you crying for? I'm back now, aren't I?"
Yuan Zixu angrily hit her, but dared not use force. Finally, she bent down to hug her, and warm tears fell into the hollow of Chang Xuyu's neck, soaking a patch of fabric: "You damn girl, and you're telling me? I couldn't find you anywhere for half a year. Do you know how anxious and sad I was?"
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