Grandma wiped her tears with trembling hands, her gaze never leaving the baby for long. After a moment, she suddenly seemed to remember something important.
She turned quickly to Yan Qing.
"Where is the woman who helped deliver the baby?" she asked urgently.
Yan Qing pointed outside.
"She followed us here. She's standing at the entrance."
Without wasting another second, Grandma hurried forward. The moment she saw the woman standing modestly by the entrance Grandma's eyes flooded again.
Before anyone could stop her, she bent her knees and knelt.
"Mother! Please...don't do this!" She exclaimed in shock.
Grandma pressed her palms to the dusty ground and bowed deeply.
"You saved my granddaughter," she said, with breaking voice. "You saved both mother and child. I have no greater debt in this world than the one I owe you today."
Tears dropped onto the ground as she bowed again.
The woman rushed forward, panicking as she lifted Grandma by the arms.
"Please, please don't kneel to me," she said with tears in her own eyes. "I only did what any woman would do. Heaven guided my hands. I am not your savior."
Grandma shook her head fiercely.
"No. If not for you, my Jia Yu…" her voice failed her completely. "I might have lost them both."
She grabbed the woman's hands tightly, as if afraid she would disappear.
"From today onward, you are family to us. This house, this food, whatever little we have, it is yours too."
The woman's eyes reddened deeply.
"I only moved to this village recently," she said softly. "I never imagined I would gain a family so soon."
Grandma gave a trembling smile through her tears.
"This child brought you to us. That means your fate is tied to ours now."
Behind them, Jia Yu watched with weak but grateful eyes, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.
At that very moment, a tall young man stepped into the courtyard.
He was handsome in a quiet, striking way, broad shoulders, calm eyes, and a face so familiar it felt like a ghost stepping back into the living world.
The instant Grandma saw him, her entire body froze.
"Who… who are you?" she stammered, her voice shaking violently.
Tears rushed down her wrinkled cheeks before she even understood why.
"You… you are…" she whispered, pointing at him with trembling fingers. Her knees buckled as she staggered forward and grabbed his arm tightly, as though afraid he might vanish if she let go.
The woman who had helped Jia Yu deliver the baby rushed forward, startled.
"Grandma… this is Yu Wing," she said softly. "My son."
"Your… son?" Grandma echoed in confusion, her eyes never leaving the young man's face. "You gave birth to him yourself?"
"Yes," the woman replied, utterly puzzled by Grandma's intense reaction. "I am his mother…"
Grandma's grip tightened painfully.
"Then… who is his father?" she asked in a broken whisper.
The woman's lips trembled.
"I… I don't know if he is dead or alive," she said, voice cracking. "We were separated when a group of solider attacked our village. They came to kill him, and he ran away with our daughter, he never returned."
At that, Yu Wing finally reacted.
"Mother…" he said hoarsely, his eyes reddening. "You never told me this much before…"
Tears streamed freely down the woman's face now.
"They hunted him because the Black Scorpion believed he was the only one who could ever stop him."
Yan Qing suddenly stiffened. His eyes widened in realization.
"Because he possessed the power of ten men," he finished slowly.
Before anyone could react, grandma swayed.
Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.
"Grandma!" Jia Yu cried out, rushing forward.
They caught her just in time , took her inside lowered her into a chair. Her chest rose and fell wildly as though her heart could not contain the truth it had just received.
When she finally stirred again, her eyes were overflowing.
"My son…" she sobbed. "He… he survived… He lived…"
Her trembling hand reached out and clutched the woman's sleeve.
"And you…" she whispered in disbelief. "You are my daughter-in-law…"
Then her gaze lifted to Yu Wing, the young man who still stood frozen in shock.
"And you…" her voice shattered completely, "you are my grandson."
Yu Wing's chest tightened violently. His vision blurred as the weight of her words crashed into him.
"Grand… mother?" he whispered, barely able to form the word.
The courtyard fell into a deep, aching silence, broken only by Grandma's quiet sobs.
Yu Wing stood rooted to the ground, unable to breathe as Grandma's trembling words settled fully in his mind.
Her grandson.
He was her grandson.
Slowly, he stepped toward her. G...rand...mother.
"Grand… mother…" he tried again, the word tasting unfamiliar on his tongue, yet warm… painfully warm.
Grandma lifted her face to him, tears streaming endlessly.
She reached for him with shaking hands, her fingers curling weakly toward him as if she feared he would disappear if she blinked.
Yu Wing dropped to his knees in front of her.
The moment his knees touched the earth, Grandma broke.
She wrapped her frail arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her chest, clinging to him with a strength born from years of grief and longing.
"My child," she cried into his hair. "My son's blood… you are my child."
Yu Wing's breath hitched. His vision blurred.
Carefully he lifted his arms and embraced her back.
He had never known a grandmother's touch before.
Never known the feeling of belonging to a bigger family, nor a home beyond his mother's small world.
But here, in her trembling embrace, something inside him cracked open.
"I didn't know…" he whispered shakily. "I didn't know I still had a family apart from my mother."
Grandma pulled back just enough to cup his face in her hands. His cheeks were warm beneath her palms, his features so much like her lost son that she felt her heart shatter all over again.
"You look exactly like your father," she sobbed softly. "Exactly like my him… Oh Heaven, you even have his eyes."
Yu Wing swallowed hard, unable to speak.
Behind them, Jia Yu watched with tears in her own eyes. Yan Qing rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, unable to look away from the reunion unfolding before them.
Grandma's hand moved shakily from Yu Wing's cheek to his hair, smoothing it back as though making up for all the years she wasn't there.
"You have grown so tall," she whispered. "So strong… My grandson."
Yu Wing lowered his head, pressing his forehead against the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "For not finding you sooner."
"No," Grandma breathed, shaking her head firmly. "No, my child. None of this is your fault. The world separated us… but Heaven brought you back to me."
Then Grandma reached for Yu Wing's mother and pulled her close as well.
"You… you gave me back my family," she said with deep emotion. "Thank you for giving birth to him… for raising him… for keeping him safe when the world tried to take everything from us."
She wiped her tears.
"I only did what any mother would do," she whispered.
"Thank you so much," grandma said still holding her hands.