"Grandpa." Ye Qing Xin flashed a smile. Seeing that it was difficult for the old man to walk, Ye Qing Xin moved forward to support the old man. Their gazes met again and the smile on Grandpa's face stretched out until his eyes turned crescent.
Ye Qing Xin regretted that she did not ask too many questions about her grandparents. She could see that the previous Ye Qing Xin's relationship with her grandfather was very good.
Looking at the old man made her feel at ease. She had this urge of acting coquettishly with the old man. This feeling did not feel strange.
Ye Ting moved to take a good look at her. The look on his face changed once his gaze fell on the gauze around her forehead as well as around her arms. His heart was in distressed.
"How are you feeling now? Better?" Ye Ting stretched his hand to touch the bandage around her arms. "Is it still painful?"
"Grandpa, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that much anymore," Ye Qing Xin said.
