On a bench not far away, an elderly man with white hair was wearing a blue dress, glasses perched on his face, staring blankly ahead.
With the nurse's guidance, Qiao Yi knew that this was her biological grandmother.
She looked at the old woman's back, smiled at the nurse, and said, "Thank you, I can go over by myself."
Holding a small gift box in her hand, which Liang Xiaoqi had helped to choose from many gifts, she picked one herself.
The small box cradled in her palm.
Qiao Yi walked over, stood beside the old woman, and gently said, "Grandma."
The old woman looked up, staring blankly at her.
Qiao Yi carefully observed the old woman in front of her; her complexion was pale, she didn't look well, and there was a deep sadness about her.
Her nose turned sour; this was her grandmother by blood, the biological mother of her own father!
