An Yiqing's gaze wavered, but she did not stop Nan Tian's actions.
Nan Tian took the materials from the bed, her two rotten hands struggling to flip through them. When she saw Old Master Nan being confined in the bedroom, with no one to even assist him with his basic needs, her hands suddenly clenched tight, red blood splattering across the black and white paper, a shocking sight.
"Ah, ah ah ah..." Nan Tian looked up at An Yiqing, gesturing wildly with her hands as if trying to say something to her. She pointed at the materials, then at herself, her eyes filled with urgency and worry as she looked at An Yiqing.
"You want to see your grandfather, is that it?" An Yiqing asked softly.
Nan Tian nodded vigorously, the look in her eyes brimming with anticipation as she gazed at An Yiqing.
