Lin Xinlan lowered her gaze, a tear slid from the corner of her eye, carrying a touch of helpless sorrow.
Everyone fell silent.
She wiped away the tear and smiled, "Let's not talk about that. I'm still alive now, so I should smile instead of being sad. By the way, Brother Yang, I bought a bottle of medicinal wine for you this morning when I went out. I heard it's very effective for treating arthritis. You should have arthritis in your legs too, why not give it a try? It might alleviate your pain."
Lin Xinlan handed a bottle of medicinal wine to him, and Yang Ming reached out to take it, thanking her gratefully.
"Big sister, there are very few good people like you nowadays. You're the kindest person I've ever met," he said.
Lin Xinlan smiled and waved her hand, "Brother Yang, you are overpraising me. I'm only thinking about helping others as much as I can while I'm still alive because I know I'm going to die. Maybe if I do enough good deeds, I can go to heaven."
