Qinghe saw that he only gave her a glance before bowing his head, not speaking further. She knew this meant he didn't want to elaborate; asking more wouldn't reveal anything. She stood up, "Grandfather, I will go look for Weisheng Yueren now."
The old man was immersed in his own thoughts, and it was unclear whether he heard her or not, as he gave no response. Qinghe, seeing this, lightened her steps and retreated.
Just as Qinghe stepped out, something flickered in the old man's thoughtful eyes, followed by a slight upturn of his lips. His gaze was full of contentment, reassurance, and joy, along with a complexity that others couldn't understand.
