Ji Li's mother was the eldest daughter, and she had a younger brother—meaning, Ji Li had a maternal uncle. Tan You was now meeting this man, Shen Cunming. She couldn't help but compare him to the image in Ji Li's memory. The last time Ji Li had seen him was when her parents passed away.
Back then, Shen Cunming had been in the prime of his life, but now he had undoubtedly aged a great deal.
Shen Cunming lit a cigarette. "So you really plan on living here from now on?"
He spoke a broken Mandarin, which was just as well since Tan You couldn't understand the local dialect. Tan You was a complete outsider. Ji Li understood the dialect, but she hadn't woken up yet. Thus, Tan You was left without even a translator.
Tan You narrowed her eyes. "Yep. My paternal grandparents and I aren't close, and I was thinking that since I haven't seen Grandma in so many years, I'll just stay here and keep her company. It's a way of fulfilling my mother's filial duty for her."
