"Your eyes are red and swollen from crying. I'll get some ice for you." Yin Huaixi held her hand and sat at the table.
"Cousin, I don't have a grandmother anymore." Yu Youyao whimpered. The tears she had been holding back rushed out again. Even if she sniffed hard, she couldn't stop crying.
Yin Huaixi's heart ached as he pulled her into his arms. "If you're fine in the future, she'll be at ease in the netherworld."
"But I keep feeling that this isn't true." Yu Youyao looked up. Her swollen eyes matched her pale face. Her lips, which were already dry and cracked, were like a faded apricot flower. "Am I dreaming?"
Yin Huaixi shook his head. "You're not dreaming."
