The grandmother and grandson each picked up a pill from the medicine box and swallowed it with warm water. When Grandma Long tasted the bitterness in her throat, she shrank her shoulders and furrowed her brows, just like a child.
"Xiliang, do you find the medicine bitter?"
"It's bearable."
"Once you get married, you won't have to take such bitter medicine."
"Grandma can also get married without taking medicine," Long Xiliang replied with a tone that was cold and indifferent. This was always his way—emotionally barren, with scarcely any feelings to speak of.
"How could Grandma get married? I could only keep a toy boy. Oh, you kids nowadays call them 'little wolves' or 'puppy loves,' don't you? Grandma would like to keep a little wolf or a puppy love."
Long Xiliang: "..."
Even afflicted with senile dementia, Grandma Long still lived a colorful life.
