After Lady Xiao Lin left, Lin Qinghan's eyes fell on the two large wardrobes against the wall. The carved flowers on them were so beautiful. She remembered the joy she felt when she got married, but in the end, it all came to this.
Thinking of the past, Lin Qinghan couldn't stop her tears from falling.
The maid beside her saw her crying and knew she was thinking of the past again. She stepped forward, her voice gentle, and said, "Madam, you've just taken your medicine, have a good sleep. Always dwelling in the past, how can you live well?"
Two months later, Eldest Young Master Zhao and Lady Xiao Lin returned. The Capital City's doctors' medical skills are undoubtedly better than those in a small town. This time in the Capital City, Eldest Young Master Zhao's leg received very effective treatment and no longer hurts.
Lady Xiao Lin was very grateful to Lin Qinghan.
Lin Qinghan waved her hand, saying, "It's nothing, you may go."
