"Grandmother, you're awake."
Wei Zhuhua heard Mei Qingdai's excited shout coming from inside the room, her heart clenched, and she hurried in, disregarding her image.
She saw Mei Qingdai sitting at the bedside, holding the old lady's hand, crying tears of joy.
Wei Zhuhua rushed to the bed.
The sight before her made her heart tremble with fear.
The old lady's cloudy eyes were staring fixedly, filled with unwillingness and terror, her hands struggling in the air as if trying to grasp something.
The scene was truly terrifying.
Eventually, those hands fell helplessly, the light in her eyes dimmed like a candle flickering out in the wind, extinguishing at a visible speed.
Mei Qingdai seemed startled, desperately shaking the old lady's shriveled body, crying out: "Grandmother, grandmother, you haven't seen your great-grandson yet, how can you leave willingly, grandmother..."
