"Alright, I'll try," Su Lu said, feeling better after vomiting and managing a weak smile toward Zhao Ying. "Thank you. I didn't expect to run into you here. You took such good care of me at the hospital, and now, once again, I am in your debt."
"There's no need for thanks," Aunt Zhao's eyes shone brightly in the dim light of the restroom, reflecting a gentle glow in her pupils like water brimming with tenderness. "It's what I should do."
She murmured softly, almost to herself, "... something I should have done long ago."
"Huh? What did you say?" Su Lu didn't catch what she said and asked.
Aunt Zhao shook her head with a smile, "No, it's nothing. Shall I walk you out?"
Thinking about the group of drunken friends outside, Su Lu declined helplessly, "No need, I'm feeling better now. I can leave on my own; my friends are outside. Don't worry about me."
Aunt Zhao didn't insist and nodded, "Alright then, we'll see each other again."
