Su Yinwan still remembers her past memories.
In the sweltering summer, when there were many mosquitoes, Grandma would always sit beside her, holding a palm-leaf fan to keep the mosquitoes away and fan her.
Grandma would braid all sorts of beautiful braids for her;
When she was sick and coughing, her grandmother would get up in the middle of the night to brew her a cough-relieving and phlegm-reducing tea.
Before going to bed, her grandmother would always tell her a different story each time.
These stories are unique; you can't find the exact same ones in any storybook.
In the summer, when eating chilled watermelon, Grandma would pick the reddest and sweetest piece for her.
In Su Yinwan's memory, she was such a kind and amiable old lady.
She gave all her tenderness and love to Su Yinwan.
Su Yinwan was her most beloved granddaughter, without exception.
Now, separated by life and death, all that remains are memories and regrets.
for a long time.
Su Yinwan finally recovered.
Her eyes were still red from crying.
Worried that Grandpa Su was too tired, Rong Jing drove them away from the cemetery after paying respects to Grandma.
Su Yinwan and Grandpa Su sat in the back seat.
Grandpa Su gently patted Su Yinwan's hand, his deep voice carrying her.
"Don't cry so much in the future. I know you miss your grandma, but the dead can't be brought back to life. As long as you and A-Jing are doing well, that's the best way to give her peace of mind."
"Yes, Grandpa, I understand."
Su Yinwan forced a smile and looked at Old Master Su.
When the three returned to the old house and saw the people sitting in the living room, they all frowned.
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