"Young Master, you're here."
"How's Grandma?"
"Still the same as before."
"I'll go and see her."
The man walked past the screen and entered the bedroom inside.
Old Mrs. Zhan's room still retained the style of the last century, with sandalwood furniture exuding a pleasant aroma.
As soon as he entered, there was an incense burner with Grandma's favorite scent burning inside.
In the past, when he visited, Grandma would always come up, hold his hand, and ask him about his well-being.
But now, no one came to greet him.
As he walked in, he saw Grandma lying on the large mahogany bed. Unable to move, with her eyes open. She knew everything, her mind was clear, yet her body seemed frozen.
That is the most painful thing.
If she were oblivious, that would be another matter.
But she knew everything, saw everything, yet could do nothing.
"Grandma, don't worry, I'll come to you soon."
Zhan Hanjue knelt beside the bed, reached out to hold Grandma's hand, and promised in a low voice.
