Wali Village.

The old granny looked at the old man who was still lying unconscious on the bed, her eyes filled with helpless fear.

Perhaps because they had relied on each other for so many years, an unusual connection seemed to exist between the two of them – she faintly felt that the old man’s life force was constantly leaking away. As time passed, he grew closer and closer to death.

And today should be his limit.

The old granny’s shivering hand held onto the old man’s, her weak voice mumbling as if she were trying to speak to him.

In my lifetime, you never hated me or disdained me because I was a mute. You have always been kind to me and respected me. I feel nothing but gratitude for you in my heart.

Don’t be afraid. Everyone must welcome death eventually. I won’t have you walk on the road to the yellow springs alone. Please wait for me.

To live my life with you and die on the same day with you, there is nothing that would make me happier.

Tears flowed out from the edges of the old granny’s eyes and her expression calmed down. She quietly sat in a wooden chair...