The elderly lady glanced at him unhappily, "Nonsense, our Vera has never been in a car accident, our Vera is doing just fine! ... I'm telling you, our Vera has been pretty since she was little... When she was born, she was already seven pounds, her little arms and legs were as plump as little white lotus roots... The doctors and nurses all said she was as pretty as a little doll... Our Vera is also a poor child, lost her mother at three..."
The elderly lady opened up, talking about distant events, and as she spoke, tears began to flow.
Originally, he thought that once she regained her consciousness, he could figure out the truth about her memory loss. Now it seemed he was too optimistic. Seeing the elderly lady cry, he quickly comforted her.
"Grandma, don't cry... How about I tell you a joke?"
"What joke!"
"A long time ago, there was an Arab."
"What kind of person is an Arab?"
"Arab is a country, Arabs are people from that country..."
