Jiang Shuhong was busy greeting everyone and also making calls to confirm the vehicles.
Wang Ping was also helping, almost everyone was bustling around, except for her, standing there in a daze.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands clasped her cold hands.
Jiang Jiu looked up blankly at Jiang Siyan.
Jiang Siyan reached out to touch her cheek, "Jiujiu, don't cry."
Jiang Jiu touched her eyes, "I'm not crying."
"But I know, you are crying."
Jiang Jiu's eyes reddened, leaning against Jiang Siyan, "Ah Yan, I always feel like this isn't real, I always feel like grandma is in the kitchen making my favorite pickled vegetable pancakes, I can still hear her full-spirited voice calling me, telling me, how did it come to this?"
Jiang Siyan patted her head, "She hasn't left; she's just changed the way she's by your side.
In the future, when you look up, the bright moon and stars are her, the gentle breeze is her, and the tree that shelters you from wind and rain is also her."
