When I arrived at Grandma's house,
the two elderly people were being supported by Lin Yuanwang as they watched the passersby on the road, their gazes distant and unfocused, seemingly lost in thought.
Whenever they turned their heads to look elsewhere, their movements were incredibly slow.
Jiang Ding felt a sudden pang in his nose.
Grandpa and Grandma, now one hundred and fifteen years old, had greatly declining bodily functions and could only walk with the constant support of magic enchanted upon them.
"What's wrong?"
Standing quietly behind Grandma, Jiang Ding asked softly.
"The two elders, they wanted to come out and have a look."
Lin Yuanwang transmitted softly, "They said... to look more, for one last time, as they won't be able to see it again."
"I understand."
Jiang Ding's heart trembled.
He didn't ask anything more and just accompanied the two elders, watching the busy road.
Cars came and went, the crowd bustling like a woven tapestry.
