Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,Ning Ran pulled the good Sun back to her side, her eyes dimmed, with a deep longing: “Your grandmother is a strong person…”,Ning Ran was thoroughly awakened by the pinch. She glanced at the surroundings, which were different from her own.。