"Lin Lan..." Yang Liying covered her face and wailed.
Lin Lan gently patted her shoulder and comforted her softly, "Go ahead and cry. You'll feel better after you let it all out."
After a good, long cry, Yang Liying felt a weight lift from her chest. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Lin Lan. I feel much better."
"Mhm!" Lin Lan said warmly. "Take good care of yourself. When you're better, come by my place for a look. I just got a lot of nice new clothes in. Xiangyang also got some watches—imported ones! You can see which brand you like and pick one out."
Yang Liying nodded repeatedly. "Okay, I will."
When Lin Lan got home from Yang Liying's, Wu Shufen went into her room and came out with a thousand yuan. "Little Lan, your older brother delivered some specialty goods from the mountains after you left. This is part of the money for the house. Your dad said to pay you back some of it now and give you the rest after the New Year."
