Miss Liu continued her endless chatter.
Alii's fingers gently played with the beads embedded in the hem of her skirt, counting them one by one.
Finally, Liu Yumei's eyelids closed, and her voice stopped.
Alii let out a gentle sigh of relief.
She was a bit worried now whether this segment of memory would be retained when Grandma Liu regained consciousness?
If it was kept, how would Grandma Liu face this period of herself?
Outside.
Li Zhiyuan handed the candle to Aunt Liu, then pointed towards Big Beard's house.
Aunt Liu nodded; that place is only somewhere Li Zhiyuan can go, and that person only gives the boy face.
When they arrived at Big Beard's house, Xiao Yingying was sitting in the courtyard making paper crafts, and Tan Wenbin was sitting in a wheelchair, helping as much as he could.
Nearby, there was a baby crib with Beng Beng inside, looking left and right, deliberately acting cute to amuse the two invisible brothers.
