Luo Shenyuan looked at Yining, who was standing next to Lin Hairu, who was holding her little hand, with tears still lingering on her face.
"Third brother," Yining asked him, "Is grandma okay?"
Luo Shenyuan nodded and held out his hand to her: "Meimei, come to Third Brother."
Yining let go of Lin Hairu's hand and walked towards him. What did Luo Shenyuan want to say?
Luo Shenyuan half-knelt down, put his arm around her little shoulders and said to her: "From now on, no matter what happens, don't be afraid. I will protect you from now on. Do you understand?" He seemed to be making some oath, his tone calm and firm.
Yi Ning didn't know why he suddenly looked so serious, so she nodded. Luo Shenyuan took her hand and stood up. Yi Ning glanced at him and found that he was looking in the direction of her grandmother... Her heart tightened. Is it... is her grandmother really not well?
That night, everyone waited outside Mrs. Luo's door until midnight. Mrs. Luo's illness became more and more serious. In the end, she could not speak and looked at Chengchen, gasping for breath.
The person who was chasing Zheng's mother had been gone for a long time and still hadn't come back.
Luo Chengzhang had already instructed Luo Shenyuan to prepare for his funeral. Uncle Luo had just returned to the capital a few days ago and was still on his way. The letter had also been sent to Yining's eldest sister, Luo Yihui, who was probably on her way as well.
There was still no movement at dawn. Old Mrs. Luo was still drowsy. Although she hadn't woken up, her breath was still in her throat.
Everyone had been up all night, their eyes red. Xuan Ge'er had already been taken back to Aunt Qiao's room to sleep, and Luo Yixiu had gone home first, while Luo Yiyu and Luo Yilian were still kneeling.
Xuezhi urged Yining to go back and rest. Yining was reluctant to leave. Grandmother was in such a state, and an accident could happen at any time. Seeing her like this, Chen frowned and said, "Yining, it's good that you're worried about Grandmother. But if you're sick, it would be more trouble for us. Look at your fifth sister, she went back first." Yining remained silent. She stood up and looked at Chen. Chen's tone was flat, and she didn't even look at her.
Now without Mrs. Luo's support, Yining is nothing. She will only look down on Yining even more.
Yi Ning said lightly: "Aunt is right." She said nothing more and left Mrs. Luo's room.
The sun was rising in the yard, and the morning light was particularly bright. It was rare to have such clear weather after the beginning of autumn.
Yining watched the sun slant across the sky, its rays blinding. She recalled lying on her Luohan bed, the sun warming her skin, while Old Lady Luo made shoes for her, her hands like ancient, yet lusterless silk. Or perhaps she would stroke her head and say with a smile, "We, Yining, don't know what kind of man we'll marry in the future..."
Suddenly, there was a panicked sound behind me. Someone was calling the old lady, and someone was calling the doctor.
Yining seemed to understand something and suddenly ran back.
She ignored Xuezhi and her aunt's instructions.
She was just afraid that she would never catch up!
"Grandma--" Yining ran to the door and rushed into the room. She saw in a daze that Mrs. Luo's eyes were open, but she had no breath and her hands did not move.
"Grandma..." Yining called out again, and suddenly burst into tears. She grabbed Mrs. Luo's sleeve and cried like a child, "I'm leaving... Please don't, please..." She knelt beside the bed, unable to get up even with help from others.
Chen was also stunned. She froze in place and couldn't speak for a long time.
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