Shen Zehuan chuckled lightly. Perhaps Xuxu herself hadn't noticed how intense the sadness in her eyes was when she spoke the words, "We had never begun in the first place."
Qiao Xu pushed open the door of the café and immediately saw Grandma Lu sitting in a corner, waving to her from an inconspicuous spot.
"Grandma,"
Qiao Xu approached and softly called to her, sitting in the chair opposite Grandma Lu.
Grandma Lu was almost eighty years old, with graying hair and a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses. She dressed in a white casual women's suit and looked vigorous and filled with intellectual charm.
It had been more than four years since they last met, but the closeness Qiao Xu felt toward her hadn't faded due to their time apart. The same was true for Grandma Lu.
With a big smile, Grandma Lu looked at Qiao Xu, seemingly very happy.
