Seeing Granny Liu standing in place, staring blankly as if she'd lost her way, Shen Siyuan didn't immediately step forward to comfort her.
He knew that in the face of "a daughter who had long since passed away," any words would seem pale.
Comforting words would be like feathers, gently brushing over a wound yet unable to stop the pain; it's better to give her some time to slowly digest this belated truth.
To slowly understand the reasons her children might have hidden it from her years ago, maybe fearing she couldn't bear it, or perhaps wanting her to live a few more peaceful years with less worry and tears.
Shen Siyuan stood quietly aside, his gaze falling on the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, leaving Grandma Liu space to be alone.
But just because he didn't disturb her didn't mean Dou Dou would "stay put."
The little one, seeing Grandma Liu standing still, ran over with tiny steps, extending a chubby little hand to gently tug on her sleeve.
