The conversation ended, and Qiao Chengxun put down the phone.
His gaze returned to his wife's face as he reached out to hold that slightly cool little hand, muttering, "Meimei, everything is near its end. You must hold on, don't leave me."
The sleeping person still slumbered deeply, unresponsive.
...
Wen Meimei had a very, very long dream, dreaming of many things.
She dreamed of being taken into the painting studio by the nagging grandpa, who gave her a very strange candy and told her to eat it.
The taste of that candy was very odd, she couldn't remember what it was, but after eating it, her mouth felt like it was on fire, scaring her into thinking her mouth was really burning.
The nagging grandpa chuckled on the side, saying, "Little Tizi, this is a chili candy, is it tasty?"
"Not tasty at all! So spicy!!"
"Grandpa has a cup of water here, do you want to drink it?"
