Gu Fei was suddenly reminded of her past life in the military. No wonder soldiers always wore leg wraps.
'I should have thought of this sooner.'
Little Cao piped up from the side, "Grandma, wrap my legs, too."
Mrs. Chen smiled. "You barely walk at all. You don't need them."
Li Chunhua and Lan Zhi helped each other put on their wraps. Lan Zhi looked down at her own legs. 'She never imagined she would one day leave the house looking so strange.'
'But there was no other choice. Her legs were so sore she could barely lift them.'
That wasn't all. After the old lady left the room, Gu Fei pulled Lan Zhi aside. From her dimensional space, she took out a compact of contouring powder she had used in her past life and brushed it all over Lan Zhi's face.
At first, Lan Zhi thought Gu Fei was just applying makeup. But when she saw her own grimy reflection in the bronze mirror, she jumped. "What did you do to my face?"
