The old woman was initially startled, then her face broke into a delighted smile. Just as she was about to rush forward, Grandpa Bei coughed.
The old woman closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to embrace the young man:
"Oh, this child, I've missed you so much, missed you so much!"
Tears fell from the old woman's eyes as she gently caressed the young man's face, scrutinizing him carefully.
In fact, Li Zhiyuan didn't spend much time with Grandma Bei. Even when Li Lan's illness wasn't as severe, their small family only maintained the bare minimum of contact and interaction with Grandpa Bei's family.
Comparatively, his cousins were closer to Grandma Bei and often seen and accompanied her.
But the longing at this moment was genuine.
After all, his poor father, wounded by love, had completely immersed himself in work.
