Looking at the old walls, stained with colorful patches.
All the memories in Jiang Yino's grandmother's mind were those fragments from the past.
All at once, memories poured down like a torrential rain.
Those years, how wonderful.
Those years, how happy.
Has the world changed people's hearts?
Or have people changed the rules of this world?
She couldn't tell.
Thinking about the changes in her children's personalities.
Two streams of muddled, old tears uncontrollably gushed from her eyes!
Claiming that she had long been heartbroken, claiming she was disappointed, claiming she no longer cared.
But when the rush of memories came, she still couldn't control the truest voice in her heart.
No matter what, she was their mother.
No matter what, she was their grandmother!
How can any mother be truly indifferent to her children!
"If only I could go back in time, how wonderful that would be!"
