The moon shone into the room.
Beside her was a middle-aged woman, sleeping soundly.
Grandma Yu stared blankly around her.
Then she looked down at the wooden figure she was clutching in her hand.
Although Grandma Yu's mind had cleared, she still looked dazed.
Life is but a dream; what night is this?
She suddenly felt a desolate sense of the mountains experiencing a day, while a thousand years had passed in the world.
She quietly rolled out of the kang.
Quietly, she pushed open the door.
The moon was especially large that night.
It seemed so close to her.
But when she looked up, it was still out of reach.
Fifty years.
In the blink of an eye, she was already eighty years old.
Heaven had pity on her, allowing her to live safely to this day.
After a while, Grandma Yu finally moved her stiff steps and walked slowly to a stump in the yard, where she sat down.
The wooden figure she held tightly resembled her Kunkun so much.
By now, her Kunkun must be over sixty.