The grandmother, asleep with the corners of her mouth turned up, seemed to be dreaming of happy things; her whole being exuded an unparalleled gentleness.
However, her face appeared excessively pale, devoid of any color, making her seem frailer and weaker than before.
It seemed that these past days had not been kind to grandmother.
Qin Youbei couldn't help but reach out to touch the old lady's face, which was aged yet still soft and beautiful. She smiled faintly and whispered gently, "Grandmother, you must live to be a hundred years old. I really hope that in ten years, you can still smile and wave at me, then say, 'Xiaosi, come here!'"
After lying there for a good while, she began to feel sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.
The old lady woke up in a daze, and upon opening her eyes, she was greeted by a pink-cheeked face smiling brightly at her, which made her smile wide with delight.
