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The hospital room was equipped with a double-door fridge, and Shen Chaoxi placed her lunchbox and her lunch in the refrigerated section before sitting down to massage her grandmother's legs.
After half a year of illness, her grandmother had hardly any flesh left on her body, and her legs were so thin that one could feel her bones with a simple touch.
Shen Chaoxi gently massaged her legs, listening to her grandmother's constant grumbling complaints.
"Your aunt can't move because of a broken arm, yet she still made dumplings for me!"
There was a tone of loving complaint in the old lady's voice, but the corners of her mouth quirked up in a smile.
In her lifetime, she had faced many disappointments—her husband and daughter had caused her grief, but thankfully her son and daughter-in-law were filial.
That day, Shen Chaoxi had her hair done up in a bun, securing all of it to reveal her smooth forehead, and her skin was as tender and pale as a middle school student's.