Chloe shook her head. "No, it doesn't matter."
Looking at old Grandma grey hair and his thinner face because of treatment, Chloe felt a chill in her heart for no reason.
There were many colorful fabrics on the rack next to the bed, including small animals, wind bells, and flowers...
There was a thing she was weaving at the bedside. Although her eyes were blurred and her hands and feet were slow, it seemed that she could also weave some little things in the hospital.
"Grandma." Chloe looked at her knitted product. "Did you make it?"
"Ah, I'm just looking for something to do." The old lady sighed. "From time to time, some children will come to see us old people. They are very good. They even help me wipe their hands, sing, and tell jokes. Then I can also send some small gifts to them."
Chloe smiled and said, "Really? It's good."
Zoya put aside the fruit basket they bought for finding out the illness. Looking at the granny, she rolled her slightly sour eyes...
