The woman who was about to enter the elevator widened her eyes, as did the old man who was about to reminisce with his granddaughter one last time.
"Excuse me, were you talking to me just now?" the woman asked, pausing briefly as she looked at Jiang Beiyu's attire before posing the question.
At that moment, only she and Jiang Beiyu were inside the elevator; others who had entered mid-way had since stepped out again.
There was also a ghost in the elevator.
Jiang Beiyu paused, then nodded: "Yes."
The woman, with tear-swollen eyes, was taken aback, "I'm sorry, but who asked you to relay the message?"
Jiang Beiyu didn't plan to stay long. "He claimed he was your grandfather."
After saying that, he left.
The woman in the elevator covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
Jiang Beiyu returned to the hospital room where Su Nanzhi had already sat up by herself, and even put on her shoes, waiting for him.
"Let's go," Jiang Beiyu said.
Su Nanzhi obediently followed.
