Coming out of the old house, she unexpectedly ran into an old lady leaning on a walking stick, standing beside the wall and looking this way. Squinting her eyes, she asked, "Who's there, who opened the Shen family's door?"
Shen Zhiyi recognized her almost instantly and was quite surprised, "Grandma Zhao?"
Taking a few steps closer, her familiar voice also made the other party recognize her. Grandma Zhao shakily lifted her walking stick, trying to see her clearly, "Zhiyi?"
She had watched Shen Zhiyi grow up and helped Shen Zhiyi many times. When Shen Zhiyi left a few years ago, she had already been taken to the city by her son to be cared for in his home. She didn't know why she had come back.
"It's me," Shen Zhiyi grasped her hand, "I came back for a visit."