As Grandmother spoke of the past, it was as if she had returned to that day.
Her hands trembled slightly, as though the terror from her childhood had remained lodged in her heart. Only when her grandson took her hand did she finally pull herself free from the memory.
"Do you know who that woman was?"
"She was probably my friend's mother," Mo Ling replied gravely.
"She had some kind of mental illness, didn't she?"
"Mm."
"I thought so... After all, there were many people who went mad in that era. Some people I knew went mad too. They hadn't done anything wrong; they just weren't very lucky." Grandmother sighed. "Sigh, going mad is actually not so bad. At least then you won't feel sad."
"That incident must have left a deep shadow on you, right?"
"Not really. I was very frightened at the time, but afterward, I actually felt a little guilty. Maybe she just wanted someone to talk to. No one could understand her world, and everyone around her only saw her as a patient. That was why she fled that place as if her life depended on it. But while running away, she thought of her daughter again... Her daughter held her back, and her escape became 'making her daughter leave.' That was why she said those strange things to me."
Mo Ling was stunned as he listened to Grandmother.
"You're overthinking it. There's no need to feel guilty. She was just having an episode and imagining things that didn't exist."
"Is that so?"
"Mm."
"Then I'm relieved..."
Grandmother let out a long breath and stuffed the Cube in her hand into Mo Ling's.
"I've always wanted to find a chance to return this to their family. The workmanship looks quite exquisite, and it might be worth