After two days of recuperation, Ye Ling's palms have formed scabs, but she can only gently close them towards the center and doesn't dare to straighten them. Using them to hold a pen to write is not possible yet; she needs to wait a few more days. Ye Ling got up early, she didn't dare to get her hands wet and couldn't even wash her face. She looked in the mirror and that's all she could do, her hair was also randomly tied up.
Zhao Guodong and Zhang Linong arrived holding soy milk and fried dough sticks, "Quick, eat up. We just bought this on the way. This breakfast is on Lining. When we brothers get rich in the future, we can't forget today's kindness from Lining."
Seeing Zhao Guodong starting to address himself as brothers, Ye Ling didn't mind, thanked them, and sat on the bed to eat slowly. Zhao Guodong glanced at her, turned to go to the outer room, and returned with a dampened towel, "Wipe your face when you're done eating, it's all eye boogers. Aren't you disgusted?"
