Her eyes were already red from weeping, with the past vivid in her mind, but things and people had long changed.
Sometimes, the living suffer more than those who have died young.
As people age, they tend to live in their memories, tormented by the past like a needle to the heart, yet they still put on a brave smile in front of the younger generation.
"Grandma," Ji Shunuan strode forward.
For some reason, she suddenly embraced the old lady from behind, tightly hugging her.
Bowing her head, her face resting on the top of the old lady's head, her small hands clutching tightly, she said softly, "I lost my mom when I was little and faced rejection from the Ji Family."
"No one has ever been as kind to me as Grandmother!! Grandma, I wish I could stay by your side, just like Grandpa, and accompany you."
Her voice was very gentle, and as soon as she finished speaking, the old lady's tears fell.
"Good child," the old lady's voice was a bit choked up.
