Lillian has already contracted this disease, and there's no hope for her in this life. On the island, there is only the possibility of dying from sickness.
Anyway, in the end, it's all death, and it's just a matter of how they decide it happens.
The secretary doesn't dare to say anything further; sometimes, the more you know, the more dangerous it is.
...
One week later!
Lan Xin Ai took Xiaoyan to the old house; today the family was scheduled to have a meal together, but Mr. Xi had matters to attend to, so it was just her and her son going.
"Grandpa."
Lan Xin Ai led Xiaoyan into the courtyard and saw her grandpa, just like before, sitting in the courtyard enjoying the sun.
"Xin Ai is here, Xiaoyan is here too, let Great-Grandpa hug you."
Grandpa Lan beckoned, and Xiaoyan ran towards him like a spinning top, his little mouth particularly sweet: "Great-Grandpa."
"Xiaoyan, you accompany Great-Grandpa."
Lan Xin Ai instructed, then went inside.
"Mom."
