Barbara slowly lowered her raised hand, her clouded eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Aveline.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing that Barbara had calmed down, Aveline helped her lean back against the headboard and replied, "Yes, we're getting divorced soon."

Barbara pressed further, "When are you getting divorced?"

Aveline answered, "In seven days."

Barbara counted on her fingers and then looked at her, "You better not be lying to me. If you dare lie, I'll still hit you!"

Aveline looked helpless.

If she wanted to hit, she could let her, right?

Pulling a chair over, Aveline sat down and looked at Barbara's wrinkled face. "Grandma, do you really not remember me at all?" Barbara's face remained stern. "Why should I remember you? Are you that important?"

A flicker of sadness crossed Aveline's eyes.

Indeed.

She wasn't important.

if she was remembered or

fell silent for

down, not

a weight on

be sad.

take good care of it. If it

was like that of

take the wreath off her head. "Who gave this to you?" Barbara replied,

gave to Mrs. Tudor a while back. She has kept it safe ever since. But later, when she regained some clarity, she never mentioned the wreath again.

was startled by the caregiver's

really the one she had made

couldn't even remember it

although it had

and ad still withered,

inexplicable soreness,

her, then suddenly reached out and wiped the corner of her eye. "Hey, why are you crying? I won't hit you, okay? Please don't

tears fell, like broken beads silently rolling down

gazed at Barbara's aged, worry-lined face, now filled with anxiety and

here, a hug will make you

embrace, and

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