"But it's all right now. While I'm still alive and my old bones are still strong, I can spend some time with my sister," the elder murmured.
Lin Qiushu felt a sourness in her nose, almost shedding tears: "Auntie Grandma, she... she's long gone..."
"What?" The elder's heart quivered, and a flash of desolation swept across her eyes, but she quickly regained composure. "You're right! If she were still alive, how could you be holding an old photograph of her? She must have been very young when she passed, right?"
"Yes. She passed away not many years after giving birth. And then, not long after, the man in the photograph also died. Only the child was left..."
"Then this child... she must still be alive, right?" the elder asked.
"Alive, and living well. She is An Hao Granny, the wife of Ning Commander—Zhang Yun!" Lin Qiushu stated each word clearly.
