With a full head of silver hair, she wore a beautifully crafted long-sleeved Cheongsam.
Even seated in a wheelchair, the old woman's back was ramrod straight, her demeanor exceptionally graceful.
The smile on her face made her seem all the more benevolent.
Little Bun stood still, his expression wary, "Grandma, how do you know my name is Ah Cheng?"
"Of course, I know."
The old woman's eyes crinkled with a smile, "That name, it was I who chose it."
Knowing she had mistaken him for someone else, Little Bun said no more and turned to run away quickly.
When he got back to the hospital room and had just climbed into bed, Sister Lan came back.
Little Bun sighed in relief.
The next afternoon, Little Bun sneaked off to the backyard again.
With just one glance, he saw the old woman sitting in her wheelchair sunbathing.
