The morning of Ji Jingxu's discharge arrived beneath a clear winter sky. Snow had fallen through the night, blanketing the hospital grounds in a pristine white layer. The morning sun shone brightly overhead, its golden rays glistening against the snow-covered trees and rooftops.
Despite the cold weather outside, warm sunlight streamed through the hospital windows, filling the room with a gentle warmth.
After nearly three weeks of recovery, Dr. Dong had finally permitted Ji Jingxu to return home.
Although he still needed to attend follow-up examinations and avoid strenuous activity, his condition had improved considerably.
For Ji Jingxu, the news could not have come sooner.
He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, already dressed in comfortable clothes, watching as Yue Ling carefully packed the remaining belongings into a small travel bag.
"Jie, you know I can do that myself, right?"
Yue Ling did not look up.
"I know."
"Then why are you doing it?"
