Straining to recall the middle few digits of that phone number, Qin Yiren had no clue even after a long while, and before she knew it, she drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next day.
The aunt tiptoed into the room, keeping up her mute persona, and gently tapped her on the shoulder.
Qin Yiren opened her eyes, groggily let the aunt help her wash up, then changed into the clothes Bo Jinghang had bought her; during the process she accidentally tugged at her wound, making her frown deeply in pain.
Lowering her eyes to the white bandage on her abdomen, she hoped the wound would heal quickly, instead of being stuck here like a useless invalid.
The aunt took a comb and tied her waist-length hair into a neat ponytail, then took out some makeup and quickly put a light face on her, nodding in satisfaction as she looked at her.
"Thank you."
Qin Yiren smiled as she thanked her, then sat in the wheelchair and left the room, seeing Bo Jinghang, who had been waiting for a long time.
