Xiaonuan closed her eyes.
Suddenly, there was a faint brightness before her eyes. She opened them, only to realize that a street lamp below had suddenly lit up.
Yet she felt as if the lamp in her heart, after enduring so much hardship, was at constant risk of being extinguished.
She turned over, got out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled aside the sheer curtain, revealing the city nightscape adorned with illuminated lights.
With one hand on the window drape, she felt her entire heart faltering somewhat.
Suddenly, she took a deep breath, turned, approached the wardrobe, took out some clothes, and started dressing.
She couldn't just keep waiting like this; she didn't want Nangong Yaoling to endure the pain alone.
However, once she dressed, quickly washed her face, and prepared everything to go downstairs, her phone rang.
It was Nangong Yaoling.
Her heart jolted, and she hurriedly answered the call.
"Yaoling? How is Grandpa?" she asked urgently.
