The storm raged, dark clouds looming heavily over the city.
Tang Wan returned to her room for a bath, and when she came out, she saw her phone lit up with several consecutive storm warnings. She hung Jiang Jinsang's coat aside to dry and then headed to the front hall with her umbrella—it was time to prepare dinner.
"Where is grandpa?" Tang Wan asked the maid, Chen.
"His old ailment acted up; he went back to sleep and said not to call him for dinner."
Tang Wan frowned, poured a cup of hot tea, and knocked on the old man's door.
"Come in." His voice sounded muffled through the door.
After she pushed the door open, she saw the old man leaning against the bed head. His rheumatism was acting up; his legs and knees were sore and weak, and he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, his lips even turning pale. On the TV across the bed, a classic war movie was still playing.
"Have you taken your medicine?" Tang Wan sat beside the bed.
"I have, but it's not very effective."
