He waved his arms repeatedly, crying and pleading, "Don't go, Grandma, don't go..."
Ning Wan sat on the edge of the bed and gently patted his chest to comfort him.
Only after the sobbing stopped and Ning Yanshu fell into a deep sleep did she tuck him in, gently leave the room, and close the door.
Shen Fu sat quietly on the sofa.
The afterglow of the setting sun streamed into the house through the balcony, casting a deep sense of loneliness and solitude upon his straight back.
Ning Wan walked over gently and put her arm around his shoulder from behind: "If you feel sad, it's okay to cry. Crying isn't just for children; it's okay to be vulnerable sometimes."
Shen Fu tilted his head and gently rested it on her chest.
The two remained silent, neither speaking. They simply savored the tranquility of the moment.
After a long silence, Shen Fu spoke, his hoarse voice tinged with obvious fatigue: "Wanwan has already guessed, hasn't she?"
After a moment of silence, Ning Wan replied firmly, "Although I don't know why, I respect all your decisions."
Shen Fu did not offer any further explanation.
He took Ning Wan's hand and led her outside.
The two of them went downstairs to Grandma Chen's house.
After inserting the key into the lock and turning it to open, the room was completely silent.
Time seemed to have been paused in this space.
Ning Wan followed Shen Fu inside until they arrived at Grandma Chen's bedroom.
As the door was slowly opened.
On the bed in the bedroom, Grandma Chen, who should have been taken to the funeral home for cremation, was lying there quietly...
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