Sheryl raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly. She squatted down beside the old man and poured
him a cup of tea. She just smelled the medicine on the table and felt bitter. How could he drink it?
"Grandpa, drink some water to moisten your throat!"
The old man slowly opened his eyes. Although he was weak, his eyes were bright, which was very
inconsistent with his physical condition. He looked at his granddaughter with a smile and felt deeply
touched.
"You know how to take care of me. Unlike your cousin, he always makes me worry about him. How
could he come back to see me?"
As he spoke, he took the cup in Sheryl's hand and took a sip. The bitterness in his mouth was slightly
relieved, but it could not relieve the bitterness in his heart.
He sighed heavily and looked into the distance.
Looking at his grandfather's expression, Sheryl knew that his mind was not here. She sighed and
looked at the thing in her grandfather's hand.
Although she couldn't see it clearly, it seemed to be a piece of paper. But her grandfather held it so
tightly that she couldn't see clearly what it was.
When she got up and came back, she brought a blanket. She covered it gently on her grandfather and
left the room quietly.
Sheryl looked up and imagined the direction of her grandfather's gaze. She was surprised. She slowly
walked to a room and stopped in front of it. The flowers and plants in front of the door were surrounded
by a faint fragrance.
In this season, if it weren't for someone carefully nurtured, they would have withered long ago!
"Miss Sheryl, why are you here?"
The butler's surprised voice came from behind. Sheryl turned around and saw the butler rushing over
and pulling her away from this place.
"Hardy, what's that place? I often see grandpa looking at this place in a daze. Why?"
The old butler sighed and looked up at the building not far away, with a heavy heart. He shook his head
and felt sorry.
"Tragedy!"
"Tragedy?"
Sheryl frowned and moved forward slightly. Looking at the old housekeeper's rare depression, the
doubts in her heart became more and more heavy.
"Hardy, what's that place? Is it..."
Seeing that Miss Sheryl was about to blurt out the taboo, the old housekeeper hurriedly retreated to the
side. He looked around thoughtfully, afraid that the master would hear it.
"Miss Sheryl, please don't say it!"
Hearing the old housekeeper's reminder, Sheryl hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands and rolled
her big eyes, inexplicably feeling a little sad. That name was indeed a taboo. It was the taboo set by
her grandfather and related to everyone in the Liu family.
"Hardy, has grandpa been living like this all these years?"
The old butler frowned and sighed heavily. He couldn't tell anyone about it casually.
"The master really loves her, but his heart is broken because of her!"
Sheryl sighed and felt depressed. All the flowers in the yard were her aunt's favorite. She was afraid
that after so many years, the decoration inside should not have changed at all!
"I want to go in and have a look, okay?"
"No way! The key to the yard has been kept by the master all the time, and he cleaned it by himself.
Miss Sheryl, please don't make things difficult for me."
The old housekeeper shook his head heavily. He really couldn't agree to her request. The master was
always soft-hearted. Although he didn't say it, he cared about love the most.
Sheryl lowered her head with regret. She didn't know what to say about her grandfather's bad temper.
But such an affectionate person was the most painful!
He kept all the things in his heart, and from time to time, they would torture him.
"Grandpa must be tired!"
"The master is a stubborn man and she resembles him very much. That's why the two of them always
have a knot in their hearts, which makes people feel heartbroken!"
For the old butler who had accompanied the master all the time, he had witnessed the whole thing. He
knew everything, but didn't know how to express it.
He was so loyal to his master that he couldn't go against his master's will.
"Hardy, I'm going to be with my grandpa. I want to eat Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs for lunch!"
Sheryl's eyes twinkled. She snuggled up to the old housekeeper and acted like a spoiled child.
"Okay! Good! I'll ask Rena to prepare it right now!"
The old housekeeper also liked this young lady very much. She came to visit the master from time to
time, so that he didn't have to stay alone in the yard.
The Liu family's old house was sparsely populated all year round. Only during the Spring Festival did it
become more popular. But as long as Miss Sheryl was there, the yard would immediately be full of
vitality.
Seeing the old butler's figure disappear, Sheryl gave a naughty smile. She turned around and sneaked
back to the yard. After looking around, she turned over and went in.
After passing through the flower corridor, the door gradually appeared. Sheryl walked over carefully
and looked at the lock. She had no choice for a moment.
"Grandpa, you are so mean. It's just a yard, but there are so many layers of locks. Are you really
guarding against thieves?"
She didn't give up and walked around the room. Finally, she saw an open window, which was shaking
gently in the wind.
"Ha ha! I got it!"
It took Sheryl quite a while to get into the room. Although there had been no traces of living in the
house for many years, it was clean inside, as if the owner had just gone out.
Sheryl was very excited to set foot here for the first time because she only had the impression of her
aunt in the photo. She rummaged around the house, trying to find more ways to get to know her aunt.
She pushed open the door of a room and saw books on the bookshelf. They were all kinds of books.
There was also a piece of paper on the table. Although it had turned yellow, the handwriting on it was
beautiful and neat. It must be the work of her aunt!
"Rosemary."
She opened her mouth and slowly spoke out the name, which was closest to the image and
temperament of her aunt in the photo. She gently brushed the handwriting on it, and her portrait was
still hanging not far away.
She was holding a folding fan in her hand, and every detail was handled properly. Because it was
painted by ink, the surroundings were slightly dyed.
What surprised Sheryl most was that the signature was his grandfather.
"What kind of person is she?"
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