Xiao Qing was startled, "Grandma, what's wrong?"
Grandma Ye smiled, "Nothing. I just... got something in my eye."
As she spoke, her tears flowed even more fiercely.
Ye Qijun was such a sunny child back then.
But now, seeing her but not daring to acknowledge her, having to hide when she went to find him… He had lost a lot of weight, he looked severely emaciated. Grandma Ye felt as if her heart was being squeezed in pain.
That was her youngest son, the son she hadn't seen for over twenty years.
The son who had grown from a little boy and then just disappeared.
She didn't know what had happened but knew she couldn't ask.
So, she suppressed her worries and chose to leave.
Because her hesitation and staying, or questioning, might bring danger to that child.
But… Grandma Ye covered her mouth, her tears flowing uncontrollably until she could no longer hold them back and began to sob silently.
Xiao Qing became anxious, "Grandma, what's wrong?"
