Again, My Love

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 s

ainst 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?"