Liang Zixuan did not know if her grandmother was happy, but she knew that her grandmother definitely wouldn't be happy for the rest of her life.
Her husband had died a long time ago, and even her only daughter had died horribly before she did. The pain had made Luo Yanyun aged ten years overnight.
In the days to come, she would be living alone in a nursing home. If it weren't for Liang Zixuan and Liang Jiahao, Luo Yanyun probably wouldn't be able to bear it.
Liang Zixuan knew the bitterness in her grandmother's heart, but without Luo Yanyun's consent, she could not tell this to Qiao Hongya.
She looked at Qiao Hongya's pained expression and let out a long sigh.
"Grandpa Qiao." Liang Zixuan could not bear to see an old man in his seventies crying like this in front of her.
"You just got off the plane, so you should be tired. I... I'll go back first. Have a good rest."
