Youyou silently sat on the bed as he leaned against the headboard with bowed head.
His eyes glinted and his face lightened a little when he saw that it was Little Yichen at the door.
The little lads exchanged glances and tacitly shifted their gazes very quickly.
The other one slowly walked over to stand behind the old man.
Sitting next to the bed, Mu Sheng scrutinized every inch of the younger boy's face with deep and heavy eyes.'
For the first time in seven years, he was able to take a good look at this great grandson, who had been separated from him all this while.
Although he was gratified and elated at the long-awaited reunion, worries troubled him, too. This child seemed to be very cold to him.
He could not help reaching out as he regarded his handsome, young face. Before his fingers could even touch his face, the boy coldly slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me!"
