In the end, Li Tingshen carried the bag of medicine upstairs.
The medicine bought by the eldest daughter of the Ye family had never worried about its effects.
The next day, the bruise had faded to a faint yellow.
He didn't eat breakfast so that he wouldn't have to be nagged at.
However, at the school entrance, Li Tingshen met Ye Qingqiu at the same spot yesterday.
Ye Qingqiu handed him a thermos.
"I don't think you have the patience to sit there and be nagged by Aunt Lian. Of course, even if you've already eaten, you have to finish these."
Every time she showed concern, her attitude was unpleasant.
"Ye Qingqiu, take care of yourself."
He retracted his gaze from her wrist. There was a faint mark on it.
She was really delicate.
Ye Qingqiu looked up with a faint and charming smile on her face.
"Do you think I'm worse than anyone?"