"If you can't smile, then don't."
The old woman couldn't stop crying.
Let alone manage a smile.
The old man struggled to blink at his wife.
His fingers twitched slightly.
He could feel something warm and damp.
The old man knew Guangzai was licking his hand.
He really wanted to stroke Guangzai's head.
But he couldn't lift his hand even a little.
He also wanted his family to smile.
He wanted to leave while looking at their smiles.
But he couldn't make a sound.
The room was filled with muffled sobs and Guangzai's whimpers.
It was very quiet, and yet very noisy.
The old man's tired eyes drooped half shut.
"The children were the ones who reminded me."
The old woman dabbed at the corners of her eyes again. "They said the old man wanted to leave while looking at our smiles."
"I don't think I've ever made such an ugly smile in my life."
"Anyway... even if the old man wasn't happy with it, there was nothing he could do about it."
The wrinkles at the corners of the old woman's eyes relaxed.
"And then the old man was gone."
"It took me several days to come around."
After all, it took time to get used to living in a house all alone.
"When I thought of Guangzai, I found him lying in the room where the old man had passed away, barely clinging to life."
"His dog food beside him had hardly been touched."
"I panicked right away."
"The old man had loved Guangzai so much when he was alive..."
"Guangzai had been with us for so long. I loved him nearly as much as the old man did."
"I was about to call the children."
"To have them drive over and take Guangzai to the