Xia Ruqing had busied herself all morning and was genuinely tired.
She slept soundly that afternoon. But... she dreamed.
Was it the beggar's chicken, or the wild vegetables she ate yesterday, that triggered her memories of the past?
As she slept, she dreamed of her grandmother. And then, she cried.
"Grandma, don't leave me behind. Mom and Dad don't want me, do you not want me either?"
"Grandma, please don't go!"
Her parents had divorced and vanished without a trace. For many years, only her grandmother had stood by her side.
That year, when her grandmother passed away, she had felt utter despair. The kind that tears you apart, the kind that leaves you crying until your throat is hoarse and you've exhausted all your strength, came rushing back once again.
She cried again, her tears soaking a large part of the pillow.
Xia Ruqing's heart throbbed with pain.
When Zhao Junyao entered, he heard a rustling from within the bed curtains.
