The old woman wanted to wave to the child.
In the end, she only managed to move a finger.
"Grandma!"
The child's sharp ears caught the faint sound of her grandmother's voice.
She immediately rushed to the bedside.
Her small hand rested on the edge of the bed.
The child leaned against the bed.
She gave the old woman a soft smile.
"Grandma, you just called me, didn't you?"
"It's... hard... to choose..."
The old woman had to make a great effort to get each word out.
By the time she finished speaking, the old woman was already panting a little.
A faint sigh escaped her throat.
"You're out of breath."
The child was a little curious.
"Thank you, Grandma~"
Child's Mom tightened her hold around the child's head slightly.
"Mom."
The old woman's brows relaxed.
Child's Mom pressed the child's head against her shoulder.
The old woman opened her mouth, her voice very faint. "Grandma..."
The child puffed out her cheeks.
She instinctively struggled.
"I haven't finished talking to Grandma yet."
Child's Mom pressed her lips together and stopped moving forward.
A faint smile remained on the old woman's face.
"Look."
"Which... color...?"
Your uncles and aunts told you that Grandma was the nicest to you.
The old woman wanted to move her hand away.
"Since you're going to dye your hair, why not choose an unusual color?"
A red string slipped from the old woman's palm.
She tried hard to open her eyes and see her granddaughter's face clearly.
Grandma panted as she struggled to speak in a hoarse voice.
The child began to struggle a little.
The old woman had some difficulty raising her hand slightly.
"You think it's hard to choose, too."
The child's sharp instincts