Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,For the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. It was a harsh winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinct look of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost losing patience.。