Jiang Shuya's lips trembled continuously, her teeth clattering together making mournful sounds. The tears that fell one after another wetted her already bloodless face, her fingertips clutched tightly onto the corner of the white cloth, the painful tide surging in her chest overwhelmed her, making it impossible for her to breathe.
"Grandma... look at me, I am Yaya, Grandma—" Jiang Shuya once again called out to Grandma Jiang.
She called out repeatedly, hoping that Grandma was just asleep, believing that if she shouted with all her might, if she kept calling her like this, she would surely hear her. She would wake up, smile at her as usual, and lift her aged hand to caress her face, gently calling her: Yaya.
"Grandma, I want you to call me Yaya, Grandma..."
She stubbornly immersed herself in her imagined world, only wishing for a miracle to happen, only wishing for Grandma to once again open her eyes.
