On that worn little table, as always, lay a dish of fish jerky grandma had made herself and a plate of green vegetables.
Grandma slowly ate, while Qianxue stood by with moist eyes. Over these four years, her uncle really hadn't taken good care of grandma. The room was swarming with mosquitoes, yet, not even an electric fan was there.
"Qianxue, after tonight, you should go back, don't stay here," grandma said, lifting her head, her voice quivering before she was wracked with a violent cough.
Qianxue hurriedly rose to pat grandma's back, her complexion as pale as the old woman's. Grandma was gravely ill, yet her heartless uncle hadn't used the money she sent each month to treat her illness.
"Grandma, I'll take you with me." Writing the character for 'leave' on grandma's palm, Qianxue frantically began to pack her belongings. It was her fault; she had neglected grandma's sickness for four years. This time, no matter what, she would take good care of grandma.
