Grandma, in the end, I was spoiled.
But our Alii, she has suffered."
Liu Yumei reached out to touch the palm fan on the bed. In the past, when sleeping, she would always hold the palm fan and gently wave it for her granddaughter.
Her granddaughter slept lightly and restlessly, resistant to sleeping, and falling into a deep sleep was even harder. Every time she would secretly wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes while fanning.
Today, she couldn't reach the palm fan.
Beside her, there was a gentle breeze.
Turning her head, she saw that Alii was holding the palm fan and gently waving it towards her.
Liu Yumei's eyes turned red, and she closed her eyes, not allowing herself to cry, murmuring:
"Having someone to care for me all my life, I've truly lived."
…
"Ah You, go call Deng Chen, tell him he can come now."
"Okay, Brother Xiao Yuan."
Late at night, Li Zhiyuan and others arrived at Big Beard's house.
