She was not one for sentimental displays. After letting go of him, she ran upstairs, giving both sides some space and time to ease the awkwardness. By the time she returned downstairs, her great-uncle had returned to his normal self.
Huang Guilian had received word earlier that the Sang siblings were going on a long trip, so she had arrived before dawn to pick up her son. After exchanging greetings, the two children emerged, still bleary-eyed with sleep. Sang Zhi took the opportunity to hand her great-uncle the new pillow she had prepared. She had bought the pillowcase from the department store a few days prior; at the time, she had simply thought it would add a fresh touch to the new home, never expecting it to be put to such good use.
As people age, most elderly folk struggle with poor sleep. Sang Zhi had filled the lining with dried mimosa flowers, *yejiaoteng*, and cassia seeds. Had he not woken up with a stiff neck the night before, she never would have thought of it.
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