During the 30-day cooling-off period, I received flowers like I had never received before in my life.
Every day, Qin Zhi'an sent me a bouquet.
He even sent pictures of the meals he had made for himself.
The eggs were a bit burnt, the rice a little undercooked.
He wanted to prove he could improve.
But I wanted to tell him,
"We're sixty-five, not fifteen."
If he could change, it should've happened when he was fifteen.
I traveled to different places,
experiencing the local culture,
trying local specialties.
Along the way, I met many young people—college students and office workers.
They chattered enthusiastically.
They even taught me how to take photos—how to frame a shot to make my legs look longer, how to take a landscape shot that looks more sophisticated.
Two young girls insisted on taking me to get a makeover.
They said it was called the "Warring States" look.
We took pictures together, and I looked at them and sighed.
"You look beautiful."
In my heart, I felt a little regret—regret that when I was young, I didn't understand, wasting my youth.
I don't know if they noticed, but one girl on each side of me hugged my arms.
"Time hasn't defeated a beauty. Grandma, you are still the most beautiful grandma. Every stage of life has its own beauty!"
I touched the photo we had taken.
In it, I wore a smile I had never even seen on myself before.
Finally, I let go of everything.
"Yes."
"As long as you're still alive, it's never too late."
I looked up at the sky and felt that the sky here was especially blue.
Alright,
This will be my home from now on.