Wang Hu finished the glass of water and took the tissue paper from Xi Xiaye to wipe off her sweat. "You two are already busy enough. Let us do what we can. We don't want to add on to your burden."
Wang Hui sighed as a joyous light filled up her eyes. "I really doted on both Ah Mo and Lingshi since they were still children. There are a lot of things I don't want to remember, but the truth is that their past is tragic. One lost his parents since he was born, the other one…"
She suddenly stopped talking.
Xi Xiaye noticed the pain in her eyes, so she put her hand on top of Wang Hui's. "Grandmother, let the past stay in the past. It's not worth mentioning now. We're finally having brighter days ahead. You'd better hope Ah Shi and Ah Mo get you another great-grandchild to play with."
