A little after ten in the morning, Fang Meng went into the bedroom to check on Lin Xiaoli again. She asked how she was feeling, then wiped her face and gave her a massage.
It made Lin Xiaoli feel a bit embarrassed.
Then, Fang Meng went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
She planned on making a nourishing soup, preparing corn, carrots, and pork ribs. She went about peeling and chopping them with a familiar yet not-so-practiced hand.
Lin Zhengran walked into the kitchen as well, puzzled. "Why are you starting on lunch already? And so early?"
Fang Meng glanced at Lin Zhengran.
"If I start now, we can eat right at eleven. Besides, I thought about it, and you're right. There's no point in agonizing over it here. Since I want to make up,
"I have to talk things out with Qianqian. I've decided to accept whatever happens after—whether we're still friends or if we can ever go back to how we were."
