Hearing her granddaughter call her, Mrs. Zhuang could no longer hold back, she shook off Ruan Xinyu and Liang Rong's hands to go over.
Mu Yan couldn't let her come over, she instinctively rushed over to support her.
The old lady, looking at her granddaughter's face, kept saying, "It's good you're back, it's good you're back, my poor Nuannuan, I missed you so much."
"I'm sorry, Grandma." Mu Yan held back her tears, but couldn't control her emotions.
"Do you know how long we've been looking for you and your mother? How come you wouldn't come back to see us?" The old lady sobbed, "Even just once would've been nice.
Sixteen years, not sixteen days or sixteen months, over five thousand days and nights, every day apart, Old Mrs. Zhuang missed her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, whom she regarded as her own daughters, shedding countless tears, and her hair turned white early.
Mu Yan didn't know how to respond.
