After everyone left, only Xu Qiaoqiao and the old lady remained in the living room.
"Qiaoqiao, don't worry, your uncle and aunt have agreed to bring you home." The old lady started to comfort her, laughing while she walked over and grabbed Qiaoqiao's hand.
Her palm, wrinkled like the bark of an old tree, rubbed against Qiaoqiao's hand, giving her a sense of warmth.
She looked at the old lady, cautiously saying, "Grandma, why do I feel...like Uncle doesn't like me very much?"
"Oh no!" The old lady countered immediately, "Your uncle and your mom were so close as children! If it wasn't for later..."
Realizing she said something she shouldn't have, she cleared her throat and changed the subject: "As long as you're well-behaved and sensible, they won't kick you out."
Xu Qiaoqiao nodded.
After splitting with the older lady, she pushed her wheelchair into the small yard where her mom lived.
She saw her mom calmly sitting on the balcony, soaking up the sun as she read.
