Don't Worry, I'll Bring You Back the Championship Trophy

When they arrived at the hospital room, they saw Zeng Xinyi lying in bed, her face pale and her expression weary.

She had fallen asleep, but she didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly.

Her head turned now and then, and her eyelids kept twitching.

Zeng Xinyi's grandfather told them she had just returned from chemotherapy.

Since it was her first round of chemotherapy, her hair hadn't fallen out yet.

Wang Yi came to her bedside.

He looked at Zeng Xinyi.

Apart from her pale, somewhat haggard face, she looked no different from any other girl.

Just then, Zeng Xinyi seemed to sense someone nearby and slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw Wang Yi, that signature smile appeared on her pale, weary face.

It was bright and sunny.

Seeing that smile made people forget that she was suffering.

Yet the more she smiled like that, the more it hurt everyone's heart.

"Brother Yi, what are you doing here?"

"We came to see you," Wang Yi replied.

"Nicole came too? You're all so busy. You didn't have to make the trip. Don't you have Game One of the Finals tomorrow night? Brother Yi, make sure you give it your all!"

As she spoke, she raised her right hand and clenched it into a fist.

Wang Yi forced a smile and nodded.

"Brother Yi, that's a terrible smile. I'm not going to drop dead this instant, so cheer up."

Zeng Xinyi said something that cut straight to the heart in the casual, matter-of-fact way someone might chat about everyday things.

The sun shone brightly outside the window.

Somewhere in a tree, unknown birds chirped away.

It was as if two women had dropped off their children and were sitting on a bench in the square, chatting about everyday life.

Zeng Xinyi