Chapter 44 Don't Force Him Into You
- My gaze fell on my grandma knitting her dress as I walked up to her and sat down in front of her.
- She was an old woman in her late sixties. Sat on a brown couch, her white hair tied as a bun and wore a pink sundress. She was still beautiful, smelled so good, despite how old she was. People say I looked like her when she was young.
- I took her eyes and features, except for the hair.