It wasn't a warm embrace, nor was it Annan throwing himself into his old grandmother's arms, and certainly not the kind of embrace where you lift a child or a pet high into the air...
The old grandmother allowed Annan to nestle within the crook of her arm, with her left shoulder and chest bearing Annan's head, her left arm supporting his back, and her right arm cradling Annan's knees.
This was the perfect moment to stretch out his hand, circle his arms around the old grandmother's neck, and lie in her embrace.
——In that regard, the old grandmother indeed possessed a grandmother's touch. It truly was almost like being pampered... A real-life grandmother wouldn't do this, probably only because they've aged and cannot lift the burden.
But the old grandmother had no such problem.
She held the one and a half meters tall Annan with an ease that surpassed even holding a bag of buns.
"I am truly sorry, Annan."
