Yi Jinli bent over slightly and whispered in Ling Yiran's ear, "No?"
"..." Ling Yiran was embarrassed. How could she answer such a question?
Her grandmother sighed, took her hand, and said, "You must hurry up or I might not be able to attend your wedding reception."
Ling Yiran was shocked when her grandmother held her hand in such a way that she realized it was thinner than before. Ling Yiran could clearly feel the bones of her grandmother’s hand by how the latter had her hand around hers.
It was as if only a thin piece of skin was wrapped around her bones, and her hand had no flesh.
Grandma… was older than she thought.
Ling Yiran felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, and her face naturally showed her sadness.
"Hey, why are you sad again?" Grandma patted Ling Yiran on the back of her hand and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're doing well and that someone can take care of you. Finally, I can justify myself when I see your mother down there."
"Don't you say that, Grandma!" Ling Yiran said hurriedly. One could say that Ling Yiran was superstitious, but she was really afraid her grandmother would pass on. The only person left who cared about her as someone of the same family was her Grandma!
"All right. All right. I won't say it anymore. I'll live a few more years to see you get married. I'd better see you have a baby as well," Grandma said with a chuckle.
Ling Yiran relaxed a little and brought out the pastries that she had bought for her grandmother to taste.
The three of them talked a bit more, and Grandma asked Yi Jinli about his family. Grandma then found out that Yi Jinli had only one grandfather left, had lost his father, and had been abandoned by his mother when he was very young. Hence, she could not help but show him sympathy with the look in her eyes.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict