Shen Minghan was used to Han Luoli's way of speaking and shook his head on the other end of the phone, "Still the same, lucid one moment, confused the next. But..."
The gentle man's tone paused for a moment.
Han Luoli continued to listen.
"Strangely, Grandma seems to be in better spirits than she was a couple of days ago."
"That's good news."
"Who can say for sure," sighed Shen Minghan. The fluctuations were so unpredictable that even their family of doctors couldn't make sense of it.
Without dwelling on the question just asked, Han Luoli hesitantly began, "Minghan, today Xiao Er and I went to the amusement park on Mingshui Avenue."
"..." There was a long silence on Shen Minghan's end. Brother, what am I supposed to say...
"In the memorial stone house at the amusement park, I saw the name Shen Sizhuang," said Han Luoli, his voice clear and subdued.
"Shen Sizhuang?" Shen Minghan repeated the name aloud.
Han Luoli quietly waited on the phone for his brother's reaction.
But—
