"You know, losing your memory and becoming like this—your daughter Suisui is so adorable. You used to like her so much, holding her gently for fear she might slip, cherishing her like a treasure. You used to want nothing more than to spoil your wife and daughter to the skies, so what happened now?"
Quan Jin: "..."
He was unaware of these things.
"Oh well, some things said over the phone don't stick. It's a waste of my breath; I might even lose my dentures. Better to talk in person, I'll come back tomorrow," Yu Rujin said.
Quan Jin picked up the hourglass, stood up, and placed it on the bar.
He poured himself a glass of water but didn't drink it, responding earnestly to the person on the other end, "Okay, Grandma, what time is your flight tomorrow? I'll pick you up at the airport."
"You should ask your Fifth Uncle, he booked the tickets." With a son around, Yu Rujin never had to manage her travel itineraries herself.
