When the Duke of Zhen brought his beloved granddaughter into the courtyard, he saw his father sitting comfortably at the stone table, enjoying the sun, humming a tune with his eyes closed, as content as could be.
The grandfather and granddaughter exchanged glances, both with a relieved smile on their faces.
"Grandpa, you seem really happy today. What tune are you humming? Qingluo hasn't heard it before."
The two of them walked to the stone table, one on the left and one on the right, sitting around the Old Master. Lin Qingluo skillfully and naturally stretched out her hand to feel the old man's pulse.
"Hmm?"
At the sweet call of "Grandpa," the old man was pulled back from his hazy thoughts. He opened his eyes and emerged from his blissful memories.
"Grandpa is humming a tune from decades ago. You are too young, so naturally you haven't heard it."
