"Chun Nuan, something terrible happened at your house." Before reaching the gate, Aunt Cai hastily said to her, "Your house was attacked by mountain bandits. They set it on fire and stole your things. Your grandmother passed away."
Grandmother is gone!
Chun Nuan stumbled forward in shock.
"Careful," Zhao Minghua urgently reached out to pull back his fiancée, whispering in her ear, "Don't panic, the family depends on you now!"
Chun Nuan took a deep breath, listening to Zhao Minghua's advice.
"Chun Nuan is back."
The neighbors, seeing her approach, stepped back, giving her a clear path home.
But this was not a path home; it was a path to sorrow.
The sound of crying filled the house, a mournful scene.
Chun Nuan's vision blurred with tears.
Six hundred and thirty-nine days after grandfather passed, grandmother followed him!
