The elderly really see things clearly.
Shen Jiayin sighed softly. Not every old person in the world is able to see things clearly; there are many like Ge Langtai who count their money until their dying breath. But Ye Lao, who has a character that needs nothing, really does remind her of her grandmother.
"That day—" Zhuang Ruyu indeed brought up her grandmother, recalling, "The old person accompanying you, is that your—?"
"That's my grandmother."
"Surname—"
"Her surname is Zhao."
"What's her name?"
"Zhao Yuzhen."
Shen Jiayin was unguarded, thinking that this person is not only her older sister but also her grandmother's granddaughter.
"Zhao Yuzhen." Zhuang Ruyu murmured these words as if talking to herself.
Could Zhao Yuzhen really be the woman Ye Lao has been thinking about?
Seeing her in a daze, Shen Jiayin asked, "Do you know my grandmother?"
"No." Zhuang Ruyu came to, and with a slight smile said, "That day was the first time I saw the old lady."
