Meiduo's condition seemed to have worsened.
Ming Ansheng fell silent as he deliberated. He pressed his lips, and in a slightly pleading manner, he said, "Can you take care of Beibei for the next few days? My grandfather was the one who took care of him. Now that he is gone, Beibei isn't too used to someone else. And my mother and I are busy."
Delight could be seen in Meiduo's eyes, and she nodded. "Sure."
Part of the reason behind her massive weight loss surely had something to do with her missing her child.
She single-handedly brought him up. Now that her son was away from, she had many sleepless nights indeed.
Ming Ansheng said, "You can bring Beibei back to your place first. After the funeral is over, I'll send someone to pick him up."
Meiduo nodded and agreed.
They stood opposite each other under a balding tree. A breeze rustled Meiduo's long curls and her coat slightly flapped.
