Believe in Miracles, and Miracles Will Appear

Inside a mansion in San Francisco.

Curry looked at Wang Yi on the screen, a bitter smile on his face, and cursed with a laugh. "That damn guy."

At the TV, Zeng Xinyi couldn't help bursting into laughter when she heard that.

For the first time in a while, the smile on her face had the same infectious quality it used to.

Her parents and grandfather beside her saw her smile and felt quietly relieved.

At the same time, they were secretly grateful to Wang Yi.

During these days of chemotherapy, Zeng Xinyi had endured suffering beyond anything they could imagine.

Watching their daughter grow paler by the day and more haggard by the day, they had seen her keep smiling, but her smile had lost its former warmth.

And the brighter she smiled, the more it tore at her parents' hearts.

Now that they saw the infectious quality return to Zeng Xinyi's smile, how could they not be grateful to Wang Yi?

After the press conference, the Kings had to fly back to Sacramento that very night.

After all, this was someone else's city. They had won the championship here, but there were no fans to share their joy with.

Only when they returned to Sacramento would they truly be home.

As Wang Yi and the others left the arena, the Chinese celebrities who had come to watch the game also headed out.

Jay Chou watched the Kings' bus slowly pull away. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he shook his head.

As the first Chinese player to win an NBA championship as the team's star, Wang Yi was a source of pride for all Chinese people.

Naturally, Jay Chou wanted to have a proper conversation with Wang Yi.

But tonight clearly wasn't the