Su Yan's legs were numb and sore. Her aunt supported her. Her charming almond-shaped eyes were red. She had been accompanying her grandmother for the past two days. Kinship was a marvelous thing. The Yue family had been looking for her mother and daughter for decades. Grandmother Qing held on just to see her mother again. Even though Su Yan hadn't had any contact with the Yue family for the past twenty-six years, she still felt an inexplicable pain inside the moment her grandmother died. It was as if something was blocking her heart.
After many nurses learned that the old lady had passed away, they were also saddened. During this period of time, the old lady's tenacity touched them. The kind of care and reluctance of a mother to part with her daughter reminded them of their own mother.
