Grandma's hair had turned completely gray, with deep, deep wrinkles etched into her forehead. Her kind face had lost all color, as transparent as paper.
And those grayish white graceful eyebrows, due to the torment of illness, were knitted even tighter.
Her heart began to ache faintly. Her grandma, even in dreams, was in pain. Her grandma, who had led such a hard life. Holding grandma's hand, which was skinny to the point of being just skin and bones, her nose felt sour and tingly.
"..." Suddenly, a yellowed two-inch photo fell from grandma's hand, softly drifting to the edge of the bed, silent. When she picked it up, she realized it was a black and white photo of her mother, Yin Yuxin, and herself at around three years old.
As a child, she was held in her mother's arms, smiling with pure innocence. And her mother, who looked to be in her twenties, with eyebrows like smoke, kind and captivating eyes, and big wavy curls, was charming and alluring.
