Died of Illness

It snowed heavily all night in Qingjiang City.

The city was decorated in white, icicles hung from the eaves, and wonderful ice flowers condensed on the glass windows.

She stretched out her finger and casually drew a cat's face on the glass window. She turned to the old man on the bed and said,""Grandpa, it's so beautiful outside."

The old man leaned on the bed and looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. He did not react at all.

Gu Anbao seemed to have gotten used to it. She walked back from the window, took one of Old Master Chen's hands, and slowly massaged his acupoints.

As she pressed, she spoke to Grandpa Chen," It's almost Christmas. Many shops have Christmas trees and colorful lights. It's especially beautiful…" Oh, there's also a snowman, the Ins also want to make a snowman... But I don't think this is good. Isn't it a little too childish? Grandpa, what do you think?"