The old lady curled her lips, seemingly recalling distant memories.
After a long while, she moved her lips: "She, Pan. When the old master was alive, he said if the boy is named Gu She, the girl should be named Gu Pan."
Qin Youbei asked with a smile, "The names are so beautiful; did Grandma and Grandpa come up with them together?"
"How could I have thought of them? It was Grandpa who came up with them alone." The old lady smiled gently, speaking of her beloved man, and for a moment, she seemed to transform back into a shy eighteen-year-old girl.
She began to recount the stories of the old master, telling Qin Youbei once more the tales of her and the old master.
Until she grew tired and fell asleep.
Qin Youbei held her hand, unable to control the tears that flowed out.
She prepared to go out and call Gu Xiao, to find out where Tao Siran was and how long it would take to see Grandma, but heard the low sobs of Gu's mother coming from downstairs.
