A kind smile appeared on the old lady's face, and she slowly extended her withered hand.
Tang Anzhi immediately reached out to hold it, "Grandma."
The old lady looked at Tang Anzhi, her gaze somewhat cloudy, and slowly said, "Good child, Grandma is leaving now, going to see your Grandpa. You and Azheng must live well in the future."
Tang Anzhi's eyes instantly reddened, "Grandma..."
She couldn't say anything else because at this moment, any words felt meaningless, and all her thoughts were in that one word: Grandma.
"Don't cry, this is a very happy occasion." The old lady's face, full of wrinkles, displayed a gentle smile, as if there was an expectation in that smile.
She wasn't afraid of the impending death at all; her heart was very calm as life approached its end.
