When it was late at night, whether it was the autumn wind or the early winter night wind was unclear, Grandma Xiao Chun said she was sleepy and wanted to return to her room to rest.
The house began to echo with faint sobbing.
Grandma Xiao Chun gathered her sons and daughters before her and started to give instructions, mostly about the distribution of her estate.
Yet, after each received a bottle of osmanthus syrup, the sons and daughters found these things seemed indifferent.
At least, at this moment.
Whether there will be disputes or conflicts later, no one knows.
In the quiet surroundings, Grandma Xiao Chun finally closed her eyes slowly. Luo Shan, holding back her grief, stayed by Grandma Xiao Chun's side, listening to her heartbeat, feeling her pulse.
Luo Shan told everyone that she still had a little breath left, but she was really on the brink. She said this was her final moments, so no one dared to leave.
...
Some people kept vigil elsewhere.
