Qiao Xiaon'an blinked and smiled, "Really. It's Amo's child, your great-grandson. I hear his heartbeat every day, it's very strong."
The old lord broke into tears of joy.
Qiao Xiaon'an reached up with her other hand, touching his cheek and wiping away his tear stains, "Grandpa, don't cry. Yun Yifeng will be here soon, we can't let her see any flaws. I need you to keep pretending a little longer."
The old lord blinked again.
Only then did Qiao Xiaon'an let go of his aged palm.
During the moment she held his hand, she felt particularly at ease.
"Grandpa, your palm is just like Amo's, broad and steady, it offers great comfort," she said.
She thought of Amo again, her heart was filled with tears, yet her face was brimming with smiles. "Grandpa, I have to go now. The medicine that Yun Yifeng gives you and the injections she gives you, you don't need to be afraid. Everything is safe. You just need to pretend to be in a vegetative state, don't worry about anything else."
