Frowning, I stared at the old woman in front of me for a long while. I noticed she was also looking at me. Her wrinkled face showed little emotion, and I even felt as if she could see straight through me.
“Granny, who exactly are you? Why did you come to our house?”
I couldn't hold back anymore and asked the question that had been on my mind. To be honest, I hadn’t dared to ask before, worried she might be an enemy of my grandfather or something—after all, she clearly didn't seem to have a good opinion of him.
If I touched a nerve, and she lashed out at me—or worse, killed me—I might not even know how I died.
But the more I observed, the more I realized that although the old woman had a bad temper, I didn’t sense any murderous intent from her. If she truly meant harm, I should have bee
