One week later, the evening sun cast its lingering glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room, spilling across the table. Song Haochen and the girl sat opposite one another, sharing an exquisite Western meal.
Color had returned to the girl's cheeks, and her eyes were bright and clear. Compared to the dying, drug-addled shell of a person she had been a week ago, she was like a different human being. Seeing her current state, Song Haochen couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief.
He set down his knife and fork, cleared his throat, and said softly, "Susu, your aunt will be here tomorrow to take care of you. I have to return to the country; my ticket is already booked."
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