"Alright, alright..."
After repeating the word "alright" twice, the old lady's eyes, which had been only slightly red, suddenly began to brim with tears. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears and refuted what she'd just said.
"I, I am not doing well... I remember some things now; I recall having a son and a daughter. But I can't remember who I am, nor do I know where my family is. I want to find them, yet my memory is so vague..."
Her voice grew fainter as she spoke, while her grip on Lian Qiao's hand tightened, and the tears streaming down her face multiplied.
She was very agitated!
Perhaps it was because she'd suppressed her emotions for so many years, that upon seeing someone she deeply trusted, those pent-up tears broke through like a dam, flowing unrestrained. To describe it in four simple words: grief welled up from within.
Seeing this, Lian Qiao felt a pang in her heart too.
