"Yangyang, I am giving these things to you." Grandma Liu pushed the dressing box toward Ni Yang.
Ni Yang was startled and quickly got up, "Grandma Liu, I can't accept these things."
"What's wrong with accepting them! I'm an old widow without children or grandchildren, thankful to have you caring for me, who else should I give these to? Should I rather take them to the grave?"
Ni Yang still refused, "Grandma Liu, these are too precious, I really can't accept them." In the future, these things would all be valuable antiques. How could Ni Yang accept such precious things from Grandma Liu?
Grandma Liu sighed, "I'm already seventy-eight this year, my health is getting worse day by day, I might be gone any day. If you're not accepting these, I wouldn't be able to rest in peace even in death."
An old person must plan ahead.
