Arriving at the kitchen, Han Zhan saw his grandfather staring at the sink in a daze. He asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, are you coming with us?" After his grandmother passed away, his grandfather only went to visit his grandmother's grave once and never went there again.
Han Aoyu waved his hand and said, "I won't be going. You go with that Song Lass." Seeing that cold graveyard, Han Aoyu didn't feel good. He was old and couldn't stand the thrill.
"Alright, I will go with Song Ci."
Han Zhan walked over and patted his grandfather's back. He squeezed it tightly before leaving.
The hill that Han Zhan's family lived on was all Han Aoyu's territory. His grandmother had not been cremated after her death and was buried directly at the top of the hill. There was a parking lot at the waist of the hill and all the cars were parked neatly.
