Old Mrs. Ye was no fool; she understood her granddaughter's worries. In the darkness, a trace of sorrow appeared on her face, but she comforted her granddaughter with her words.
"Silly child, no other reason than this: grandma has to live to see you finish school. Otherwise, if I die now, your schooling will end, and your life would be over. I've raised you these sixteen years; this old body can hold on for a few more."
"Grandma, you have to take good care of yourself. You need to stay with me to enjoy the good life in the future," Ye Ling leaned over and rested her head on her grandma's shoulder.
Old Mrs. Ye comfortingly stroked her granddaughter's hair, "Alright, grandma will be well and good."
After that night's conversation, if Ye Ling asked Old Mrs. Ye not to do something, she wouldn't insist on doing it. Even during meals, though she wanted to save the good food for her granddaughter, seeing Ye Ling insist on taking care of herself, she no longer pushed the food back.
