At this moment, the only image in He Zhilan's mind was a scene with three people. She couldn't remember the faces of the two people next to her, but she knew they were her grandparents.
In the small courtyard of the deep alley, in their little garden brimming with grapevines and a variety of flowers, her grandpa held her on a rattan chair, gently rocking it back and forth. Her grandma brought over a plate of grapes, occasionally peeling one and feeding it to the two of them, all the while smiling warmly. On a wooden table, an old cassette player played the tune of their favorite song.
