Elder Lady Xi pulled Lin Mengyao's small hand over and noticed it was icy cold. She immediately called for Aunt Chun to make some ginger tea.
"Grandmother, I'm fine."
Lin Mengyao replied absent-mindedly. That voice earlier—it was clearly Pei Nuo's. What is he trying to do this time?
No, I can't let him keep doing this.
"Why are your hands getting colder?" Elder Lady Xi touched Lin Mengyao's forehead. Thankfully, it wasn't feverish.
"Grandmother, I haven't been sleeping well these last few days. Night after night, I've been having nightmares."
Lin Mengyao's eyes suddenly reddened, her tone pitiful and sorrowful.
"What's going on?" Elder Lady Xi tensed up upon hearing this.
"Grandmother, I dreamt about Grandfather."
Lin Mengyao threw herself into Elder Lady Xi's arms, her voice choked with sobs.
Elder Lady Xi's body stiffened, memories of her brother and nephew flooding back to her. Her face reflected visible grief.
"Wuu wuu wuu..." Lin Mengyao burst into tears outright.
