"It's done, it's done!" Ling Luo replied loudly.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Outside, Li Xing'an knocked on the door again.
"No... nothing, you don't have to worry about me, I... I'm fine now." Ling Luo looked at the bathtub and sighed.
Forget it, just make do with a quick wash, then use some cloth as a pad.
Li Xing'an said, "Oh, then hurry up, the weather is cold, don't take too long, you'll catch a chill."
"Got it, got it," Ling Luo replied again.
Li Xing'an left.
Ling Luo hurriedly washed herself, wrung out her underclothes, folded them, and used them as a pad.
Looking at the makeshift thing, Ling Luo could only sigh.
She tidied herself up and walked out of the bathroom.
This thing has to be changed often. She tore a piece from her underclothes, what would she tear next time?
Li Xing'an noticed her awkward walking and smiled, "What's wrong with your legs?"
Ling Luo mumbled, "Nothing? Just walked too much today."
