C74 Isn't It That Vixen.

Ann Nian sat by the sickbed, holding her grandmother's wrinkled little hand, her eyes red. On the way here, she told herself that she mustn't cry in front of her grandmother, but once she walked to the entrance of the hospital, she couldn't control her emotions and wanted to cry, especially when she saw that her grandmother's entire body was filled with instruments. Her heart ached even more