"Five days ago, it was my grandpa's memorial day."
"After I went to visit his grave, I had a dream that night that my grandpa was standing at my bedroom door, as if he wanted to tell me something."
"The same dream occurred on the second night."
"Only this time, it seemed like my grandpa took a step closer!"
"On the third and fourth night, the same dream repeated, with my grandpa getting closer and closer each time."
Wan Qian rubbed her own lips and cheeks.
There was a prominent slap mark on her face. She muttered "Why does my face feel burning?", but Xu Yang pretended not to hear and asked, "What happened then?"
"I grew up with my grandparents, and we had a great relationship, so I thought I was just missing them. That's probably why I had these dreams."
"So I came here to buy some more stuff to pay tribute to my grandpa again."
Wan Qian smiled bitterly, "Master Xu, I was so naïve. What's really going on with me?"
The relationship between the two was still "doctor-patient."
