Grandma is dead.

Died in the ambulance.

Before she died, she held Song Xijiao's hand tightly and could only call out Jiaojiao, but could not say the third word. Her eyes were wide open, and she kept looking in the direction of Song Xijiao. A tear flowed down the corner of her eye.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Hairong threw himself on his mother and cried heart-wrenchingly. He turned to look at the doctors, wanting them to save his mother, but his mother's electrocardiogram had already become a straight line, and no matter how the doctors tried to rescue her, there was no response.

Song Xijiao's blood was still hot, but her heart was chilled. She lowered her head and looked at Zhao's mother holding her hand tightly. A tear fell on her hand that was clasped with Zhao's mother's.

"Where did grandma go?"

Doudou opened her big wet eyes and looked at Song Xijiao with confusion. She didn't understand why her great-grandmother was carried away when she hadn't finished her meal yet.

"Doudou, great-grandmother is dead. She will never wake up again."

Zhao Hairong cried for a long time before turning to look at Song Xijiao.

"Jiaojiao, why did mom suddenly become ill?"

Aunt Zhang waved her hands quickly, "The old lady was in good spirits yesterday, but today she suddenly... just... "

"What happened suddenly, tell me?"

Zhao Hairong is very upset now. His mother's death was too sudden and he can't accept it for a while.

"Suddenly, he vomited blood, and then, he died."

Although Zhao's mother was old, she had always been in good health. How could she suddenly vomit blood? He couldn't understand.

"Dad, grandma has passed away. Please accept my condolences!" said Zhao Ruobin.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I want to give your grandmother a grand funeral."

While crying, Zhao Hairong made phone calls, called the funeral home, and then called his secretary, asking him to cancel his plans for the next few days.

Zhao Ruoxue also rushed over. She hugged Zhao Hairong's arm and cried heartbreakingly.

Song Xijiao sat on the floor at the door of the morgue in a daze. Doudou was very well-behaved. He kept hugging her neck and wiping her tears.

"Mom, don't cry, don't cry, Doudou is here."

…

Pei Zhiting called her, she picked up the phone, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Pei Zhiting...my...grandmother...is...gone...bye, my...grandmother...is...gone...bye..."

Pei Zhiting: "Don't cry, wait for me, wait for me..."

Doudou, who was standing by, cried out to his father, saying that his great-grandmother had fallen asleep and would not wake up tomorrow. However, his uncle said that his grandmother had simply gone to another world.

Twenty minutes later, Pei Zhiting appeared in the hospital.

Song Xijiao held Doudou in her arms and sat blankly at the door of the morgue. Her hair was messy and there were still traces of tears on her face. She looked in a horrible state.

When Doudou saw him, she struggled to be hugged. Pei Zhiting took Doudou from Song Xijiao's arms and pulled Song Xijiao up.

"The ground is cold, don't sit there."

But Song Xijiao seemed to have lost all her strength and could not hold Pei Zhiting's hand. She put her right foot on the ground, and her left foot went soft, and she fell to the ground.

Pei Zhiting immediately stretched out his right hand, put his arm around Song Xijiao's waist, bent his left leg, and placed his knee between Song Xijiao's legs, holding her in his arms to prevent her from falling to the ground.

The posture is extremely ambiguous.

"Jiaojiao, are you okay?"

Song Xijiao looked like her soul had been sucked out of her, without a trace of life.

"Take Doudou to the car first, I'll be there in a moment."

Pei Yu took Doudou and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

Pei Zhiting pulled up Song Xijiao, who was slumped on the ground, and let her lean on his arms. He then reached out and smoothed the loose hair on her forehead.

"Jiaojiao, you still have Doudou. She will be uneasy."

The two words "Dou Dou" were like a spell that released the seal on Song Xijiao. She turned to look at Pei Zhiting, and her tears fell one by one like beads that had broken off the string.

“Wuwuwu… Wuwuwu…”

"She asked me to take you to see her, but she closed her eyes before I could take you to see her."

"She was thinking about me until the very end, but I hadn't let her enjoy happiness yet, and I hadn't properly treated her. How could she bear to leave?"

The intense sadness came over her again, like a huge wave that blocked out the sky, covering her. She couldn't even stand. She fell into Pei Zhiting's arms, her shoulders shaking.

Pei Zhiting understood her point. Her grandmother wanted to see him before she died.

As if coaxing Doudou, he patted her back gently, then lowered his head and rubbed the top of Song Xijiao's head with his chin.

"Jiaojiao, I'm here. I've always been here."

The shirt on Pei Zhiting's chest was wet by her tears, and then evaporated by the heat that kept flowing out of her chest. Finally, it was wrinkled and stuck to his body, as if it had been crumpled by someone and thrown on him.

"I'll take you to see grandma."

Song Xijiao put her arms around Pei Zhiting's neck and rested her head on the crook of his neck. She turned into a sedge flower again and could only survive by relying on Pei Zhiting.

Pei Zhiting held her buttocks and lifted her up to make her hang more steadily.

The temperature in the morgue was very low, like an early winter morning. The wind blew from all directions, penetrating through clothes, skin, flesh and blood, and finally into the gaps between bones, making people chatter with cold.

Song Xijiao's grandmother had been taken care of by the hospital staff. She was dressed in her favorite clothes and had her face powdered. She looked decent and peaceful, not at all like a dead person.

"Grandma, I brought Pei Zhiting to see you."

Song Xijiao took Pei Zhiting's hand and bowed to her grandmother's body.

As he bowed, he looked into her sorrowful eyes and secretly made up his mind.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to his grandmother's body.

"Grandma, I will take good care of Jiaojiao and won't let her suffer any injustice. Please go with peace of mind."

His voice was so powerful that it echoed in the empty morgue.

Song Xijiao immediately squatted down and tried to pull Pei Zhiting up.

"Pei Zhiting, grandma won't accept your courtesy, and I don't need you to kneel to her. Get up."

But he knelt stubbornly, looked up at her with a firm gaze and an unquestionable ruthlessness in his voice.

"Jiaojiao, listen, your grandma is my grandma. I will take care of her until her death, and I will carry her coffin. From now on, my family will be your family. Your parents are divorced and have started their own families. I will go to any place you don't like to go or deal with. You can spend New Year's Eve and Mid-Autumn Festival at my house. Just be yourself and be at peace."

Song Xijiao's tears fell, Pei Zhiting wiped them away with the tip of his thumb, hugged her in his arms, put his head on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear.

"Don't cry, Jiaojiao, don't cry, I'm here, I've always been here."