After chatting with the old grandmother, my heart felt as heavy as if crushed by a massive boulder, an oppressive weight I could not shake off for a long time.
Her tragic life experience felt like a sharp blade, deeply piercing my heart.
Although I earnestly tried to hand her money multiple times, hoping to bring a glimmer of help to her life, she steadfastly refused to accept it. She only muttered endless thanks to us before tremblingly stepping alone across the threshold of the noodle shop.
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