Whenever she thought of Rong Shaoze, Lin Xinlan felt it hard to breathe, her heart flustered and troubled.
She took out the medicine that Tao Hua had given her and swallowed one pill, which made her feel a bit more at ease.
This body, it had truly aged, the slightest emotional fluctuation was more than it could bear, and she guessed that in a few more days, it would become even more fragile.
Early the next morning, when Yang Ming and Yang Shan left their room, they were greeted with the fragrance of porridge.
Lin Xinlan was setting the table and, upon seeing them, invited them over for breakfast.
Yang Shan helped Yang Ming over to sit down. Seeing him struggle to walk, Lin Xinlan asked with concern,
"Brother Yang, is your leg still hurting? If it feels uncomfortable, you must go to the hospital to have it checked, and don't worry about the expenses, I'll cover them for you."
