Liang Xiaoju and Xiao Man put away the firewood, went to the well to draw water to wash their hands and faces, and then ran over to sit by Grandma and rest for a bit. Liang Xiaoju took some myrtle berries from her pocket and gave them to Grandma. Grandma tasted a few, repeatedly exclaiming how delicious they were. She smiled and said, "It's been so long since I've had such sweet and refreshing myrtle berries. I've smelled them from the other courtyard before, but when they pick them and bring them home, no one ever remembers to give me any. You're so thoughtful, Xiaoju."
Xiaoju beamed, pressing her lips together in a happy smile. Xiao Man's eyes darted about as she tried to remember her past life. 'Did I ever give Grandma myrtle berries after I picked them?'
