Xiao Xiao shook his head slightly.
"Having you as his neighbor is his good fortune."
Not every neighbor could be as considerate as the old woman.
The old woman's actions were the perfect illustration of a well-known saying...
A distant relative was no match for a close neighbor.
The wrinkles at the corners of the old woman's eyes relaxed.
"Oh, honestly."
"I haven't done anything."
The old woman waved a hand.
"That child is the one who's done so much for me."
Even during these past few years, when he couldn't escape the pain of losing his wife and children, Xiao Yan had grown cold.
But he hadn't been cold toward her.
Whenever she asked him for something, Xiao Yan did it.
Xiao Yan was a good kid.
Even though he'd changed a lot, that had never changed.
He deserved a better life.
A happier life.
She really missed...
The Xiao Yan who used to smile brightly, like a big boy.
The old woman couldn't help sighing.
Then she realized she'd sighed aloud. She smiled apologetically at the young man before her.
"Let's go outside."
"Young man, if you don't have anything else to do, would you care to sit and have some tea with this old woman?"
Xiao Xiao agreed.
The old woman was delighted.
Her children weren't by her side.
And Xiao Yan, whom she thought of as her own son, was in this state—
leaving early and returning late every day.
She wanted to pull him out of his grief, but she never knew how.
She respected his wishes.
She didn't bother him too much.
Sometimes, people needed space to heal on their own.
But whenever she had the chance, the old woman would spare no effort to give Xiao Yan a push in