Tears streamed down her face nonstop. Old Mrs. Cheng did not bawl, nor did she say much. She just had her arms around her son with tears streaming down her cheeks quietly. 

The other two human and the one fairy just watched them quietly; none of them wanted to disturb them. 

Mo Xuanzun held Cheng Xiao Xiao’s delicate hand and comforted her wordlessly. 

When they went to visit grandmother in bed, Little Yuteng was guarding next to her. 

Cheng Xiao Xiao asked her immediately, “Little Yuteng, didn’t you say that grandma needed to rest for a while longer?”

“Young Mistress, her resting longer would be more ideal, but it seemed that she wanted to wake up so I decided not to go against her wish,” said Little Yuteng with her lips tightened into a line. 

So Qing’an was their last resort. No matter what the others thought of them, at least they were related with the Sacred Land Zhongyuan Cheng’s. Even if nobody would lend them a helping hand, at least nobody would try to walk all over them. That way they just might be able to slowly settle down. 

They failed to see hope with any other locations.