"I dare anyone to try."
A frail yet resounding voice was heard.
Hope Williams slightly turned her body and saw an elderly lady with graying hair being helped over.
When Hope Williams looked over, the old lady's gaze had already landed on her.
Although Hope Williams could no longer recall her grandmother's face from her memories, she could guess at this moment that this old lady must be her grandmother.
Hope Williams' body tensed slightly.
"Little Hope?" The old lady hurried forward, stopping in front of Hope Williams. Her eyes, filled with tears, looked at Hope Williams as she tentatively called out, "Are you Little Hope?"
Hope Williams nodded, and before she could speak, the old lady shrugged off the supporting hand and embraced Hope Williams tightly.
When she spoke again, she was already unable to hold back her tears, "Little Hope, you've finally come back. After so many years, your grandma thought, thought that you were gone along with your mother..."
