Mr. Landon sat on the sofa, smiling quietly without speaking.
Mrs. Landon seemed more enthusiastic than usual.
The old Mrs. Shaw waved Crystal Landon over and smiled, "Are you hungry? I'll have Mrs. Zhao fix you something to eat, and then we'll have dinner later."
"I'm not hungry." Crystal Landon sat beside the old lady, reaching out to hold her slightly withered hand, feeling a touch of softness in her heart. Perhaps relationships between people are destined, elusive, and not something you can seek out. Her mother only thought of her once every half month, and when she did, it was to weigh her down with words, not caring about how she was doing, or why she would rather stay outside than come home. Yet, Grandma Shaw was the one who cared for her in every way possible.
Crystal saw Pearl Landon standing at the door and smiled slightly; it was probably to wait for Richard Shaw.
