Just last night, one of the eldest grandmothers in our family passed away. He died of natural causes at the age of 103.

Looking back on her life, there are no magnificent waves or vigorous. Just walked by like that. Her husband died in his thirties. For more than 70 years, she was alone and pulled out four children. Then begin to enjoy your old age in peace.

Very, very bland old age. Bask in the sun every day and tease your children and grandchildren. Plain without the slightest ripple. But it was this blandness that lasted until she was 103 years old.

Today's white thing. Her daughter, who was carried by two people, walked over with difficulty and bowed. At that moment, I was even a little envious. Because that scene was a manifestation of the fulfillment of her life.

If there is heaven in the world, there is Western Elysium, may her blandness continue.

"The Witcher Who Walks the Heavens" is a day of mourning today is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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