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…”,The person standing before her was actually her grandmother—Ren Huiqing!。