Qiao Xiaren's lips moved but she said nothing. Realizing that the elderly lady she had met on the street was indeed her biological grandmother filled her with a peculiar sensation.
"My dear girl, I am your real grandmother." The old Qiao matriarch reached out with shaking hands, holding onto Qiao Xiaren's face, looking longingly at her as if terrified that she would vanish again, and her tears began to flow. "You've been through so much, my child."
It was a moment of both grief and joy, for her granddaughter had finally been found. Over all these years, she had wept almost to blindness for her son and granddaughter, which had resulted in her vision problems.
Due to well-maintenance, although the Qiao matriarch was in her sixties, her hands were smooth, white and warm.
"Grandma." Qiao Xiaren choked back tears, her eyes stinging.
