The old lady woke up once again with tears streaming down her face.
"Did he visit you in your dream again?" Aunt asked anxiously.
The old lady wiped her tears: "Only five days left, I need to sleep early during these five days."
Aunt sighed deeply; someone who couldn't eat or sleep well before actually wanted to go to bed early now.
For the following five days, the old lady listened to her grandson, ate and drank well, went to bed early, and met her grandson in her dreams. But on the last day, she was reluctant to wake up, crying endlessly, unwilling to wake up.
Aunt wiped her tears while seeing the old lady keeping her eyes tightly shut, feeling heartache, but she could only sigh.
Eventually, the old lady opened her eyes, filled with tears: "He's reincarnated and will never visit me again."
Aunt's nose tingled, and she couldn't hold back her tears either.
