"Yiren, listen to Grandma. Grandma doesn't like meat. Stop stealing meat from other people's homes, okay? Look, my teeth are all gone; I can't bite into the meat. I enjoy having porridge. It's simple."
Hearing these words, Jing Yiren began to tear up. Although she did not inherit the memories of the previous Jing Yiren, the body she now inhabited once belonged to her. How much suffering did the former Jing Yiren endure?
Without Grandma, she would not be the Jing Yiren she is now.
The old Jing Yiren was constantly cursed by others, accused of stealing and brawling. She was just caring for her elderly grandmother at home.
Jing Yiren approached and held the old woman's dark, thin hand.
"Grandma." Jing Yiren softly called out again.
Only then did her grandmother seem to come to her senses. She opened her cloudy eyes and looked carefully at Jing Yiren.
She patted Jing Yiren's hand.
