The scene in front of her was becoming blurrier and blurrier.
Blurrier and blurrier.
Blurry as it was, she still walked over to her grandmother.
Looking at her aged face, there was not a trace of color.
The whole person lay on the bed, never to move again.
Ye Qichi watched Xie Ruotong, seeing her like this, not knowing how to comfort her.
How painful it must be to lose a loved one...
She had also lost her dearly loved grandmother in the apocalypse.
She could deeply empathize.
So at that moment, she said nothing.
Silent companionship was the best comfort for Xie Ruotong.
"Grandmother." Xie Ruotong called her gently.
Carefully.
As if afraid of waking Xiao Qinghui who was asleep.
"Grandmother…" Xie Ruotong called her again.
At that moment of calling out.
Ultimately, tears streamed down her face.
Crumbling inside.
She truly did not know how to cope with such a blow.
She told her grandmother by her bedside to wait for her return.
She hadn't yet returned.
