Grandmother fell ill afterward and never recovered, passing away on a winter day.
When Grandmother passed away, she did not cry. In fact, she really liked Grandmother. Grandmother was a gentle woman, patient with her, often holding her in her arms, teaching her how to read and write, explaining historical anecdotes, and guiding her hand stroke by stroke to learn calligraphy.
Her most vivid childhood memory was the scent of Grandmother, like dried orange peel—something she could never tire of smelling.
"Our little Huanhuan is so bright; she learns everything immediately. But remember, no matter the circumstances, one must always be diligent and kind. The principles of being a person have long been summarized by our ancestors: Yao cultivated goodness, and goodness followed; Jie committed evil, and evil multiplied."
"Grandmother, I don't understand."
