Grandma Wen held the hundred-million-yuan bill, a complicated feeling in her heart.
But she insisted on finishing all the food on the offering table.
'This girl's cooking is far more delicious than anything down below. Has she taken that step?'
Grandma Wen looked toward Wen Ying's room. The wooden door was shut tight, but it was as if she could see right through it to Wen Ying sleeping on the bed. In just a few days, Grandma Wen felt her granddaughter had matured and grown up a lot.
Grandma Wen silently watched Wen Ying for about an hour.
With her eyes closed, Wen Ying saw Grandma Wen before her. She was wearing a slightly old-fashioned long gown. Her face was a little dry, but she still looked kind and gentle—the same familiar face from her memories. She was silent, and it seemed both of them were silent.
「An hour passed just like that.」
