Her body suddenly felt light, and the scene before her eyes seemed strange, shrouded in hazy darkness.
But suddenly, a face appeared in front of her, someone she recognized.
Grandfather.
But it's the younger version of Grandfather.
She saw those distinctly dark eyes, that steadfast outline; she knew how gentle and soft that smile was. At this moment, she wanted to reach out and touch his hand, feel his warm body temperature, and hold Grandfather's hand to ask if it doesn't hurt anymore.
But her hand couldn't move, her entire body couldn't move.
She heard a low voice, the familiar voice echoing.
Looking at him, she felt a special emotion, a feeling she thought she'd never have again.
She wanted to tell him, she tried to tell him, "Grandfather, please come back!"
But it grew darker in front of her, she was losing sight of him.
Then light appeared, a bright and clear light behind him, growing brighter, turning him into a shadow amid the strong light.
