But Mrs. Turner has already passed away, and the old gentleman can never see her again.
"Grandpa, it's late, let's not disturb others, okay?" Polly Sutton went over and knelt down in front of him, softly persuading him.
Graham Rook slowly lifted his head to look at Polly Sutton, perhaps because he knew her, he wasn't guarded, "Star, Star..."
His voice was very hoarse, but one could tell what he was saying.
Listening to Graham Rook's voice, Polly Sutton felt a faint sense of unease pressing on her chest.
"You really knew my sister, didn't you? She now..." the old gentleman asked hoarsely.
"Grandma Lane passed away last year." Polly Sutton didn't want to say this, but she had to.
The old gentleman paused, his body swayed a little.
"Dad."
The old gentleman held onto his son's hand, tears welled up in his cloudy eyes, "So she left before me after all."
Graham Rook suddenly thought of something, and grabbed Polly Sutton's arm, "Save, save, fire, fire..."
