"Ziqi, why are you standing here? Ye'er and his father have gone out to meet with clients, they might not return until very late. I am glad you are here to keep me company, otherwise I'd be bored to death." Jin Lan rubbed her forehead as she descended the stairs.
Her injury had mostly healed, and she was able to stand up from the wheelchair. However, she still could not walk too fast.
Although the fire hadn't burnt Jin Lan's face, it had destroyed most of her hair.
Out of necessity, she had to cut her hair short and curl it. It still looked fashionable, but it aged her.
Each time she saw her hair in the mirror, her resentment towards Qin Youxuan increased a little more.
"I heard from the housekeeper that you have been suffering from insomnia and nightmares recently, so I consulted a doctor. He said drinking a cup of juice before sleep helps. Try this, aunt." Meng Ziqi poured the juice from the juicer and handed the cup to Jin Lan.
