Su Xiaowan was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Han Dongchen was behind her, patting Su Xiaowan's shoulder, then wrapped her in his arms, comforting her.
It wasn't until Aunt calmed down Uncle that she came over and whispered, "Shh--, he's asleep, let's go outside to talk."
After Han Dongchen embraced Su Xiaowan and followed Aunt outside, Aunt sighed and said, "Xiao Wan, stop crying, dear---, everyone gets old someday. Fortunately, your Uncle is physically fine, just a bit unclear in mind."
"He always thinks of you, probably because he couldn't stop you from going to your grandmother's house back then, letting you suffer so much, and has been blaming himself."
"He would always mutter, 'Where's Xiao Wan, where's Xiao Wan,' and now that he sees you, he thinks of you as a child again."
"He's been like this, not just for a few days..."
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaowan burst into tears, hugging Aunt tightly and couldn't stop.
