"Grandma." Qi Jianyi greeted softly, her voice carrying a mixture of warmth and hesitation as she quickly climbed down from the bed. Her hands reached out for the bowl in Grandma He's grasp, eager to accept what her grandmother had brought for her.
Grandma He's lips curved into a gentle smile as she willingly placed the bowl into her granddaughter's hands. With the patience and tenderness of the elderly, she followed Qi Jianyi across the room and lowered herself onto the couch.
Qi Jianyi carefully set the bowl of meat buns upon the coffee table before taking her place beside her grandmother, close enough to feel the comforting presence she radiated.
When Grandma He noticed Qi Jianyi picking up a meat bun, she extended her hand and tenderly brushed her palm over the young girl's head, as though trying to soothe the restlessness hidden within her heart.
"Are you still mad at your grandfather?" she asked in her familiar, timeworn tone.
